ANSWER.
Yes, Randolph, it was, Sarah Ramsay, that you saw
—the abused and wronged, whose spectre will haunt
you, for your unkindness, forever and ever. What! is it
not enough, Randolph, that I am reduced almost to the
grave by an unquiet spirit—a spirit, that would have
slept, and did sleep, when we parted; but thou must
rush in upon it, again, and awaken it by a menace. Yet,
I do not fear thee, I do not. Thou wouldst not harm me,
Randolph, I am sure, do what I would to thee. I have
seen that in thine eyes;
that, it may be, which no other ever
saw in them; the dear gentleness of a spirit, that would
be kind, but would not have it known.
No, Randolph I have not pursued thee. I will not. I
am come here, not to see thee—though that hope was
sweet to me, I confess---but it was a secret and buried
one---no: I came to weep with Juliet---and to preserve
her. I would be that sentinel over her, that I could not
be over myself. I will protect her from a man---a devil.
Be not alarmed. I shall not go abroad; and, painful
as it would be, I will depart immediately; and return, if
my presence be hateful to thee. Nay—that is too
strong a word. I ought not to have written it; forgive
me, Randolph—and let me know where I shall direct a
note, if you determine that I may remain here, so that it
may meet you, in case of necessity. What shall I do?
I wait your bidding. Be as peremptory as you will.
Randolph, my friend—I will obey.
South Fifth street.
SARAH.
