To the vain world's eye
All's gules again: no care to the vain world,
>From whence the red was drawn!
AUSTIN. No blot shall come!
TRESHAM. I said that: yet it did come. Should it come,
Vengeance is God's, not man's. Remember me!
[Dies.]
GUENDOLEN [letting fall the pulseless arm].
Ah, Thorold, we can but--remember you!
The End
Comments on the preparation of this e-text:
Closing brackets i.e. "]" have been added to some of the stage
directions.
Leading blanks are reproduced from the printed text. Eg.:
GUENDOLEN. Where are you taking me?
TRESHAM. He fell just here.
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