the outlaw.
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Alber. Her brother! [Drops the dagger.]
Helv. Murderer! defend thyself!
Helvitio seeks, not an assassin's blood, but in an open strife!
Coward I dost thou refuse? Thus, then!—
Alber. Hold, hold! I am thy sister's husband!
[Tears off his disguise.
[To the body of Lady Isabella.] Sweet saint!
Thus I revenge thee!
[Springs from the rock.
Helv. Murderer! defend thyself!
Helvitio seeks, not an assassin's blood, but in an open strife!
Coward I dost thou refuse? Thus, then!—
Alber. Hold, hold! I am thy sister's husband!
[Tears off his disguise.
[To the body of Lady Isabella.] Sweet saint!
Thus I revenge thee!
[Springs from the rock.
Enter Amelia.
My lady, what now? My gentle lady!
Great Heaven! why lies she thus?—blood, blood!
Helvetio, is this thy work? Oh, no; forgive me.
[Weeps.
Helv. Amelia, thy lov'd mistress lies there dead!
Aye! murdered by her husband!
The deed accomplished, in maniac mood
He sprang o'er yonder rock ere I could save him,
Or revenge her death!
Great Heaven! why lies she thus?—blood, blood!
Helvetio, is this thy work? Oh, no; forgive me.
[Weeps.
Helv. Amelia, thy lov'd mistress lies there dead!
Aye! murdered by her husband!
The deed accomplished, in maniac mood
He sprang o'er yonder rock ere I could save him,
Or revenge her death!
