(_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._