the stones be naught, but this cometh hard, this cometh hard! Could
they not have spared me this?

_Olive._ Father, listen to me, listen to me--

_Giles._ Lass, I must listen to naught but the voice of God. 'Tis
that speaks, and bids me do this thing. Thou must come not betwixt
thy father and his God.

_Olive._ Father! father!

_Giles._ Go, Olive, I can bear no more. Tell me thou wilt wed as I
command you.

_Olive._ As thou wilt, father! father! but I will love no man as I
love thee.

_Giles._ Go, lass. Give me a kiss. There, now go! I command thee to
go! Paul, take her hence. I charge ye do by her when her father be
dead and gone, as ye would were he at thy elbow. Take her hence. I
would go to prayer.

[_Exeunt_ Paul _and_ Olive.

_Olive_ (_as the door closes_). Father! father!

Giles Corey _stands alone in cell. Curtain falls._