Theer, theer! ha' done. I can't abeaer to see her.
[_Exit_.
DORA.
A child, and all as trustful as a child!
Five years of shame and suffering broke the heart
That only beat for you; and he, the father,
Thro' that dishonour which you brought upon us,
Has lost his health, his eyesight, even his mind.
HAROLD (_covering his face_).
Enough!
DORA.
It seem'd so; only there was left
A second daughter, and to her you came
Veiling one sin to act another.
HAROLD.
No!
You wrong me there! hear, hear me! I wish'd, if you-- [_Pauses_.
DORA.
If I--
HAROLD.
Could love me, could be brought to love me
As I loved you--
DORA.
What then?
HAROLD.
I wish'd, I hoped
To make, to make--
DORA.
_What_ did you hope to make?
HAROLD.
'Twere best to make an end of my lost life.
O Dora, Dora!
DORA.
_What_ did you hope to make?
HAROLD.
Make, make! I cannot find the word--forgive it--
Amends.
DORA.
For what? to whom?
HAROLD.
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