ACT IV.

(_Enter an old man with a very broad-brimmed hat._)

OLD MAN. Woe! Woe!

ULPHO. What brought _you_ here?

OLD MAN (_wildly_). Can I never preserve my incognito?

[_He stabs himself._

EMMA (_regarding the body_).

A fate like his I must admire; How pleasant must it be to die? Not otherwise would I expire, And you, my Ulpho, standing by.

[_She stabs herself._

ULPHO. Ah! now I feel lighter, better.

[_He starves himself to death._