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WITCHCRAFT: A TRAGEDY.

RUTHERFORD.

Go to thine own room, and endeavour to compose thy mind, and I will pray for thee here. Pray for thyself, too, in private: pray earnestly, for there is, I fear, a dreadful warfare of passion abiding thee.

[Exit Dungarren by the front, while Rutherford joins the ladies by the sick-bed, where they prepare to kneel as the Scene closes.






ACT II.

SCENE I.The inside of a miserable Cottage, with a Board or coarse Table by the wall, on which stand some empty wooden Bickers or Bowls.

Enter Wilkin, who runs eagerly to the board, then turns away disappointed.

WILKIN.

Na, na! tuim yet! a' tuim yet! Milk nane!