ACT IV.
Reading edition
(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.