André.
'T is I have murder'd thee!—
Honora.
All shall be well.
Thy General heard of me, and instant form'd
The plan of this my visit. I am strong,
Compar'd with what I was. Hope strengthens me;
Nay, even solicitude supports me now;
And when thou shalt be safe, thou wilt support me.
André.
Support thee!—O heaven! What!—And must I die?
Die!—and leave her thus—suffering—unprotected!—
Enter Melville and Guard.
Melville.
I am sorry that my duty should require
Service, at which my heart revolts; but, sir,
Our soldiers wait in arms. All is prepar'd——
Honora.