align="left">Raby. Upon a foe who has no power to hurt thee—

Earl Percy's slain.   Dou. I live again.—But hold— Did she not weep? she did, and wept for Percy. If she laments him, he's my rival still, And not the grave can bury my resentment.   Raby. The truly brave are still the truly gen'rous; Now, Douglas, is the time to prove thee both. If it be true that she did once love Percy, Thou hast no more to fear, since he is dead. Release young Harcourt, let him see Elwina, 'Twill serve a double purpose, 'twill at once Prove Percy's death, and thy unchang'd affection. Be gentle to my child, and win her heart By confidence and unreproaching love.   Dou. By Heaven, thou counsel'st well! it shall be done. Go set him free, and let him have admittance To my Elwina's presence.   Raby. Farewell, Douglas. Shew thou believ'st her faithful, and she'll prove so.[exit.   Dou. Northumberland is dead—that thought is peace! Her heart may yet be mine, transporting hope! Percy was gentle, even a foe avows it, And I'll be milder than a summer's breeze. Yes, thou most lovely, most ador'd of women, I'll copy every virtue, every grace, Of my bless'd rival, happier even in death To be thus loved, than living to be scorn'd.[exit.

 

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