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SCENE VII.

Angus, Eleonora.
Angus.
Let us, my Child,
Lament with Steadiness, those Ills that flow
From our Mishap: Yet therefore not ascribe
To self Demerit, impotently griev'd,
The Guilt of Accident.—Thou hast enough
Denoted thy Concern.—Let me not think,
Thy Sorrow hath espoused a Traitor's Cause.

Eleonora.
Ah! what avails to me, the hard won Palm
Of fruitless Virtue?—Will it lull to Rest
Internal Anguish!—Will it yield me Peace?—

Angus.
Thy indiscreet Affliction, shall not plead
Against thee, with me, now.—Remember this,
If thou art weak enough to harbour still
A guilty Flame; to thy Assistance call
That noble Pride and Dignity of Scorn,
Which warms, exalts and purifies the Soul.—
But I will trust thee to thyself.—Withdraw;
For Athol comes, and on his Visage lours
A Storm of Wrath.

[Exit Eleonora.