A TRAGEDY.
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Ethw. Resistance is distraction.
Who ever yet my fixed purpose cross'd?
Did Ethwald ever yield? Come, queen of Mercia!
This firm grasp shall conduct thee to a throne:
(taking her hand, which she feebly resists.)
Come forth, the frowning, haughty bride of Ethwald.
Elb. Wonderful man!
If hell or fortune fight for thee I know not,
Nothing withstands thy power.
(Exeunt Ethw, leading off Elb. in triumph, and Dwina following, with her hands and eyes raised to heaven in astonishment.)
END OF THE FOURTH ACT.
