SCEN. IV.
Scene, The Lord Bevill's House.
Enter Graciana, and Aurelia immediately after her, with
a Letter in her hand.
Grac.
The Sun's grown lazie; 'tis a tedious space
Since he set forth, and yet's not half his race.
I wonder Beaufort does not yet appear;
Love never loyters, Love sure brings him here.
Aur.
Brought on the wings of Love, here I present
Presenting the Letter.
His Soul, whose Body Prisons yet prevent;
The noble Bruce, whose Virtues are his Crimes:
Grac. rejects the Letter.
Are you as false and cruel as the times!
Will you not read the story of his grief?
But wilfully refuse to give relief?
Grac.
Sister, from you this language makes me start: