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and then turns away suddenly, as if going out.) Whither art thou going?—Does shame overpower thee?

(Covering his face.) Let me begone—let my tears have their free course.—Cruel, tyrannic father! that could abandon to misery the best, the worthiest of thy children!—Let me hence this moment, to throw myself at his feet—and on my knees intreat him to heap upon my head that heavy malediction—To throw me off, disinherit me for ever—To sacrifice my blood, my life, my all for him!

(Throws herself upon his neck.) Brother of my own Charles—most kind, most tender!

O Amelia! how I love, how I admire that matchless constancy of affection!—Wilt thou pardon me that most severe, that cruel trial of thy love?—How hast thou justified all I hoped, all I could have wished to have found in thee! Those tears, those sighs—that ardent indignation!—Ah! such are the certain proofs how much our souls have ever sympathised!