To thy most awful change, and leave us not
In this our horrible uncertainty.
Is Orra here conceal'd?
Al.Thou hast not slain her?
Confession make, and heaven have mercy on thee!
Rud. Yes, Ladies; with these words of gentle meekness
My heart is changed; and that you may perceive
How greatly changed, let Glottenbal approach me;
Spent am I now, and can but faintly speak—
Ev'n unto him in token of forgiveness.
I'll tell what ye desire.
El.Thank heaven, thou art so changed!
Hugh. (to Glot.) Go to him, boy.
(Glottenbal goes to Rudigere, and stooping over him to hear what he has to say, Rudigere, taking a small dagger from his bosom, strikes Glottenbal on the neck.)
Glot. Oh, he has wounded me!—Detested traitor!
Take that and that; would thou had'st still a life
For every thrust.(Killing him.)
Hugh. (alarmed.) Ha! has he wounded thee, my son?
Glot. A scratch;
'Tis nothing more. He aim'd it at my throat,
But had not strength to thrust.
