[ELLIOT _drops the bow_.

_Elliot_ [_aside_].--Now fleet destruction seize the
lynx-eyed fiend--
Trapped in the moment that insured success!
Thank fate--my dagger's left!--she has a son!

_Lady Seton_.--Go, worthless recreant, and in thickest fight
Blot out thy guilty purpose: know thy life
Depends on this day's daring; and its deeds
And wounds alone, won in the onset's brunt,
Secures my silence.

_Elliot_.--You wrong me, noble lady.

_Lady Seton_.--Away! I'll hear thee not, nor let my ears
List to the accents of a traitor's tongue. [_Exit_ ELLIOT.



SCENE III.--_An Apartment in_ KING EDWARD'S _Tent._


_Enter_ EDWARD _and_ PERCY.

_Edward_.--Well, my Lord Percy, thou hast made good speed.
What say these haughty burghers to our clemency?

_Percy_.--In truth, your Grace, they are right _haughty_