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A TRAGEDY
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ROSA.

Bless thee for it!

Heaven bless thee for the thought!—I know a man—
An aged fisherman, who will receive you;
Uncle to Morton: and if he himself
Still in the island be, there will you find him,
Most willing to assist you.

DE GREY.

Hush, I pray

I hear thy lady's steps.

ROSA.

Near to the castle gate, ere you depart,

I'll be in waiting to inform you farther
Of what may aid your purpose.

DE GREY.

Do, good Rosa,

And make me much thy debtor. But be secret.

ROSA.

You need not doubt me.