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[Yellen G. <gl...@ph...>]

Hall I attempt to save him? Shall I call

up the house? alarm the guards? BUTLER (appears, but scarcely on the
stage). A light gleams hither from the corridor. It leads directly to
the duke's bed-chamber. GORDON. But then I break my oath to the
emperor; If he escape and strengthen the enemy, Do I not hereby call
down on my head All the dread consequences. BUTLER (stepping
forward). Hark! Who speaks there? GORDON. 'Tis better, I
resign it to the hands Of Providence. For what am I, that I Should
take upon myself so great a deed? I have not
murdered him, if he be murdered; But all his rescue were my act and
deed; Mine--and whatever be the consequences I must sustain them.
BUTLER (advances).

I should know that voice. GORDON. Butler!
BUTLER. 'Tis Gordon. What do you want here?
Was it so late, then, when the duke dismissed you? GORDON. Your hand
bound up and in a scarf? BUTLER. 'Tis wounded. That Illo fought as he
were frantic, till At last we threw him on the ground. GORDON
(shuddering).
Both dead? BUTLER. Is he in bed? GORDON. Ah, Butler!
BUTLER. Is he? speak. GORDON. He shall not perish! Not through
you! The heaven Refuses your

arm. See--'tis wounded! BUTLER. There is no need of my arm. GORDON.
The most guilty Have perished, and enough is given to justice.

[The GROOM OF THE CHAMBER advances from the gallery with his finger on
his mouth commanding silence. GORDON.
He sleeps! Oh, murder not the holy sleep! BUTLER. No! he shall die
awake. [Is
going. GORDON. His heart still cleaves To earthly things: he's not
prepared to step Into the presence of
his God! BUTLER (going). God's merciful! GORDON (holds him).
Grant him but this night's respite. BUTLER (hurrying of). The next
moment May ruin all. GORDON (holds hi