Enter GLOYD and others.
GLOYD.
Quick, or we shall be late! A MAN.
That's not the way.
Come here; come up this lane.
GLOYD.
I wonder now If the old man will die, and will not speak?
He's obstinate enough and tough enough For anything on earth.
A bell tolls.
Hark! What is that?
A MAN.
The passing bell.

He's dead! GLOYD.
We are too late.
[Exeunt in haste.
SCENE IV.

-- A field near the graveyard, GILES COREY lying dead, with a great stone on his breast.

The Sheriff at his head, RICHARD GARDNER at his feet.

A crowd behind.