_Sir Walter_. Why should I live any longer? There is my sword (_surrendering_). Son John, 'tis thou hast brought this disgrace upon us all. _Simon_. Father, why do you cover your face with your hands? Why do you draw your breath so hard? See, villains, his heart is burst! O villains, he cannot speak! One of you run for some water; quick, ye musty rogues: will ye have your throats cut? [_They both slink off._] How is it with you, father? Look up, Sir Walter, the villains are gone. "He hears" [page 188], down to "_Bears in the body_" [page 188], of the print is not in the MS., which goes on thus:-- _Sir Walter_. Barely a minute's breath is left me now, Which must be spent in charity by me, And, Simon, as you prize my dying words, I charge you with your brother live in peace And be my messenger, To bear my message to the unhappy boy, For certain his intent was short of my death. _Simon_. I hope as much, father. _Sir Walter_. Tell him I send it with my parting prayer, And you must fall upon his neck and weep, And teach him pray, and love your brother John, For you two now are left in the wide world The sole survivors of the Woodvil name. Bless you, my sons-- [_Dies._] _Simon._ My father's soul is fled. And now, my trusty servant, my sword, One labour yet, my sword, then sleep for ever. Drink up the poor dregs left of Woodvil's name And fill the measure of our house's crimes. How nature sickens, To view her customary bands so snapt When Love's sweet fires go out in blood of kin, And natural regards have left the earth. Scene changes to another part of the forest. _Margaret (alone)._ They are gone to bear the body to the town, It was an error merely and no crime. And so to the end of her long speech as printed [page 189]. At this point in the MS. comes in "the hodge-podge of German puerilities" (see the letter to Manning, February 15, 1802), the sacrifice of which so discontented Manning, who evidently considered the "supplementary scene" (closing the fourth act, [pages 189 to 191]), as Lamb called it, a poor substitute. Scene changes to Woodvil Hall. _John reading a letter by scraps--A Servant attending._ "An event beyond the possible reach of foresight. 'Tis thought the deep disgrace of supposed treachery in you o'ercame him. His heart brake. You will acquit yourself of worse crimes than indiscretion. My remorse must end with life. "Your quondam companion and penitent for the wrong he has done ye. "GRAY. "_Postscript._--The old man being unhappily removed, the young man's advancement henceforth will find no impediment."