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THE DEATH OF
Do I not hereby call down on my head
All the dread consequences?
All the dread consequences?
BUTLER. (stepping forward.)
Hark! Who speaks there?
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 murder'd him, if he be murder'd;
But all his rescue were my act and deed;
Mine—and whatever be the consequences,
I must sustain them.
'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 murder'd him, if he be murder'd;
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.
I should know that voice.
GORDON.
Butler!
Butler!
BUTLER.
'Tis Gordon. What do you want here?
Was it so late then, when the Duke dismiss'd you?
'Tis Gordon. What do you want here?
Was it so late then, when the Duke dismiss'd you?
GORDON.
Your hand bound up and in a scarf?
Your hand bound up and in a scarf?
BUTLER.
'Tis wounded.
That Illo fought as he was frantic, till
At last we threw him on the ground.
'Tis wounded.
That Illo fought as he was frantic, till
At last we threw him on the ground.
GORDON. (shuddering.)
Both dead?
Both dead?
BUTLER.
Is he in bed?
Is he in bed?
GOR-
