That you are thus the fault is mine; for the air You are quite exhausted. On this green bank. Let us rest awhile [He sits down. Her. (after some time). Idonea, you are silent, And I divine the cause. Idon. Do not reproach me: I pondered patiently your wish and will Her. Nay, be composed : Few minutes gone a faintness overspread My frame, and I bethought me of two things I ne'er had heart to separate-my grave, Idon. Believe me, honoured Sire! 'Tis weariness that breeds these gloomy fancies, Her. I comprehend thee-I should be as cheerful As come, dear Child! from a far deeper source Idon. Is he not valiant? Her. Is he not strong? Am I then so soon Forgotten? have my warnings passed so quickly Thou wouldst be leaning on a broken reed This Marmaduke Idon. O could you hear his voice: Alas! you do not know him. He is one (I wot not what ill tongue has wronged him with you) All gentleness and love. His face bespeaks A deep and simple meekness: and that Soul, Is, after conflict, quiet as the ocean, Idon Nay, it was my duty Thus much to speak: but think not I forget- Her. Thy Mother too!-scarce had I gained the door, I caught her voice; she threw herself upon me, I felt thy infant brother in her arms; She saw my blasted face-a tide of soldiers For my old age, it doth remain with thee To make it what thou wilt. Thou hast been told, That when, on our return from Palestine, I found how my domains had been usurped, I took thee in my arms, and we began Providence At length conducted us to Rossland,-there, I did not think that, during that long absence, Doth prey alike on two distracted Countries, Traitor to both. Idon. Oh, could you hear his voice! I will not call on Heaven to vouch for me, But let this kiss speak what is in my heart. Enter a Peasant. Pea. Good morrow, Strangers! If you want a Guide, Let me have leave to serve you! Idon. My Companion Hath need of rest; the sight of Hut or Hostel Pea Yon white hawthorn gained, You will look down into a dell, and there Will see an ash from which a sign-board hangs ; The house is hidden by the shade. Old Man, You seem worn out with travel-shall I support you? Her. I thank you; but, a resting-place so near, 'Twere wrong to trouble you. Pea. God speed you both. [Exit Peasant. Her. Idonea, we must part. Be not alarmed— "Tis but for a few days-a thought has struck me. Idon. That I should leave you at this house, and thence Proceed alone. It shall be so; for strength Would fail you ere our journey's end be reached. [Exit HERBERT supported by IDONEA. Re-enter MARMADUKE and OSWALD. Mar. This instant will we stop him Be not hasty, For, sometimes, in despite of my conviction, He tempted me to think the Story true; 'Tis plain he loves the Maid, and what he said That savoured of aversion to thy name Appeared the genuine colour of his soul Anxiety lest mischief should befall her After his death. Mar. I have been much deceived. Osw. But sure he loves the Maiden, and never love Could find delight to nurse itself so strangely, Thus to torment her with inventions!-death- Mar. Truth in his story! He must have felt it then, known what it was, And in such wise to rack her gentle heart Osw. Strange pleasures Do we poor mortals cater for ourselves! Mar. We will not waste an hour in such a cause. Who has so practised on the world's cold sense 'Tis but a word and then Osw. Something is here More than we see, or whence this strong aversion? Marmaduke! I suspect unworthy tales Have reached his ear-you have had enemies. Mar. Enemies of his own coinage. Osw. That may be, But wherefore slight protection such as you |