DOROTHY. Anthony, if I beg you—Anthony, I have tried to be a good sister; I brought you up, dear, nursed you when you were sick, fought for you, hoped for you, loved you—think of it, think of the dear past, think of our home and the happy winter nights, the castles in the fire, the long shining future, the love that was to forgive and suffer always—O you will spare, you will spare me this. ANTHONY. I will tell you what I will do, Dolly: I will do just what you taught me—my duty: that, and nothing else. DOROTHY. O Anthony, you also, you to strike me! Heavens, shall I kill them—I—I, that love them, kill them! Miserable, sinful girl! George, George, thank God, you will be far away! O go, George, go at once! ANTHONY. He goes the coward! Ay, is this more of your contrivance? Madam, you make me blush. But to-day at least I know where I can find him. This afternoon, on the Pantiles, he must dance attendance on the Duke of York. Already he must be there; and there he is at my mercy. DOROTHY. Thank God, you are deceived: he will not fight. He promised me that; thank God I have his promise for that. ANTHONY. Promise! Do you see this? (_producing necklace_) the thing he bribed your maid with? I shall dash it in his teeth before the Duke and before all Tunbridge. Promise, you poor fool? what promise holds against a blow? Get to your knees and pray for him; for, by the God above, if he has any blood in his body, one of us shall die before to-night. (_He goes out_.) DOROTHY. Anthony, Anthony! . . . O my God, George will kill him. _Music_: ‘_Chè farò_,’ _as the drop falls_. DROP. ACT IV. MUSICAL INDUCTION: ‘Gavotte;’ ‘_Iphigénie en Aulide_.’ GLUCK _The Stage represents the Pantiles_: _the alleys fronting the spectators in parallel lines_. _At the back_, _a stand of musicians_, _from which the_ ‘_Gavotte_’ _is repeated on muted strings_. _The music continues nearly through Scene I_. _Visitors walking to and fro beneath the lines_. _A seat in front_, _L._ SCENE I MISS FOSTER, BARBARA, MENTEITH; _Visitors_ MISS FOSTER (_entering_; _escorted by_ MENTEITH, _and followed by_ BARBARA). And so, Menteith, here you are once more. And vastly pleased I am to see you, my good fellow, not only for your own sake, but because you harbinger the Beau. (_Sits_, _L._; MENTEITH _standing over her_.) MENTEITH. Honoured madam, I have had the pleasure to serve Mr. George for more than thirty years. This is a privilege—a very great privilege. I have beheld him in the first societies, moving among the first rank of personages; and none, madam, none outshone him. BARBARA. I assure you, madam, when Mr. Menteith took me to the play, he talked so much of Mr. Austin that I couldn’t hear a word of Mr. Kean.