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Next Week—“east Lynne”! (laughter)

May 2018

ARCHIBALD: And now, Barbara, I’ll see you to your gate.

BARBARA: Never mind, Archibald, it’s only a few steps. I can go by myself.

ARCHIBALD: Nonsense, Barbara! Allow you to go by yourself along the high road at this hour? Take my arm.

(They go out.)

(Enter Lady Isabel and Levison, in time to see them off.)

LEVISON: There, Lady Isabel. I told you what you might see: there is the proof!

ISABEL: Take me away from this accursed place, Francis Levison. I am faint—ill—WRETCHED—MAD!