[_A noise without; enter in haste Father,
Maurice and Roger._

How now?--Friends, you are welcome!

FATHER.

Where's my child,
That you maltreat, most rash and guilty man?

ORAN.

Sir, you are over hasty in your words--
Your child is here.--

[_Points to Mabel, who still lies entranced._

FATHER.

Mabel! wake, Mabel--O my God! she's dead!

MAURICE.

How!--Dead!

ROGER.

Ay, murder'd!