DORA (_coming nearer_).
'O grief for the promis May, of May,
O grief for the promise of May.'
EDGAR (_still embracing her_).
Keep up your heart until we meet again.
EVA.
If that should break before we meet again?
EDGAR.
Break! nay, but call for Philip when you will,
And he returns.
EVA.
Heaven hears you, Philip Edgar!
EDGAR (_moved_).
And _he_ would hear you even from the grave.
Heaven curse him if he come not at your call!
[_Exit_.
_Enter_ DORA.
DORA.
Well, Eva!
EVA.
Oh, Dora, Dora, how long you have been away from home! Oh, how often I
have wished for you! It seemed to me that we were parted for ever.
DORA.
For ever, you foolish child! What's come over you? We parted like the
brook yonder about the alder island, to come together again in a
moment and to go on together again, till one of us be married. But
where is this Mr. Edgar whom you praised so in your first letters? You
haven't even mentioned him in your last?
EVA.
He has gone to London.
DORA.
Ay, child; and you look thin and pale.
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