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SCENE XV.

Lady and Baudron.
LADY.
What see'st thou, damsel, to look at me so?
Give me some drink, some strong restorative.
A clay-cold chill is creeping to my heart—
Where the parch'd devil of the fever sits,
And craves the cooling freshness. Give, O give.—
But all the welling fountains of the hills,
Cannot allay the deadly thirst that's here.

BAUDRON.
This wat'ry bev'rage slightly tinged with wine—

LADY.
Ha! wretch—'tis blood!—

BAUDRON.
Alas! they all have fled,
In panic horror at the howl she gave,
And left her, dreadful doom! to die alone.—
Hither ye pale appall'd. This mighty dame,
Is now as harmless as the sludge, that's cast
From the brief trenchment of a baby's grave.