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Mar. But when you were an outcast? Heaven

is just;

Your piety would not miss its due reward;
The little orphan then would be your succor,
And do good service, though she knew it not.
Her. I turned me from the dwellings of my

Where none but those who trampled on my rights
Seemed to remember me. To the wide world

I bore her, in my arms; her looks won pity;
She was my raven in the wilderness,

And brought me food. Have I not cause to love her?

Mar. Yes.

Her. More than ever parent loved a child! Mar. Yes, yes.


I will not murmur, merciful God! I will not murmur; blasted as I have been, Thou hast left me ears to hear my daughter's voice, And arms to fold her to my heart. Submissively Thee I adore, and find my rest in faith.

Enter OSWAld.

Osw. Herbert!confusion! (aside.) Here it

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I would have given, not many minutes gone,
To have heard your voice.


Your couch, I fear, good Baron,

Has been but comfortless; and yet that place, When the tempestuous wind first drove us hither, Felt warm as a wren's nest. You'd better turn And under covert rest till break of day,

Or till the storm abate.

(TO MARMADUKE aside.) He has restored you. No doubt you have been nobly entertained?

But soft! How came he forth? The Nightmare Conscience

Has driven him out of harbor?


I believe

The trees renew their murmur:

You have guessed right.


Come, let us house together.

[OSWALD conducts him to the dungeon. Had I not

Osw. (returns.)

Esteemed you worthy to conduct the affair
To its most fit conclusion, do you think
I would so long have struggled with my nature,
And smothered all that's man in me?— Away!-

[Looking towards the dungeon.

This man 's the property of him who best

Can feel his crimes. I have resigned a privilege;

It now becomes my duty to resume it.

Mar. Touch not a finger


What then must be done?

Mar. Which way soe'er I turn, I am perplexed. Osw. Now, on my life, I grieve for you. The


Of doubt is insupportable. Pity, the facts

Did not admit of stronger evidence ;

Twelve honest men, plain men, would set us right; Their verdict would abolish these weak scruples.

Mar. Weak! I am weak;

ment lie,

Feeding itself.


there does my tor

Verily, when he said

How his old heart would leap to hear his steps, You thought his voice the echo of Idonea's. Mar. And never heard a sound so terrible. Osw. Perchance you think so now?

Mar. I cannot do it Twice did I spring to grasp his withered throat, When such a sudden weakness fell upon me, I could have dropped to sleep upon his breast. Osw. Justice,-is there not thunder in the word ?

Shall it be law to stab the petty robber

Who aims but at our purse; and shall this Par

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Worse is he far, far worse (if foul dishonor

Be worse than death) to that confiding creature
Whom he to more than filial love and duty
Hath falsely trained shall he fulfil his purpose?
But you are fallen.


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Fallen should I be indeed.

Murder-perhaps asleep, blind, old, alone,

Betrayed, in darkness! Here to strike the blow
Away? away!————

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[Flings away his sword.


Nay, I have done with you:

He shall live.

We'll lead him to the Convent.

And she shall love him. With unquestioned title
He shall be seated in his Barony,

And we too chant the praise of his good deeds.
I now perceive we do mistake our masters,
And most despise the men who best can teach us:
Henceforth it shall be said that bad men only
Are brave: Clifford is brave; and that old man
Is brave.

[Taking MARMADUKE's sword and giving it to him.

To Clifford's arms he would have led

His victim, haply to this desolate house.

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Mar. (advancing to the dungeon.) It must be



Softly; do not rouse him;

He will deny it to the last. He lies

Within the vault, a spear's length to the left.

[MARMADUKE descends to the dungeon. (Alone.) The villains rose in mutiny to destroy me; I could have quelled the cowards, but this stripling Must needs step in and save my life. The look With which he gave the boon, - I see it now!

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The same that tempted me to loathe the gift.
For this old venerable Graybeard,

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His staff, — his figure. - Murder!


what, of

We kill a worn-out horse, and who but women Sigh at the deed? Hew down a withered tree, And none look grave but dotards. He may live To thank me for this service. Rainbow arches, Highways of dreaming passion, have too long, Young as he is, diverted wish and hope

From the unpretending ground we mortals tread;

Then shatter the delusion, break it up

And set him free. What follows? I have learned That things will work to ends the slaves o' the


Do never dream of. I have been what he

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Might envy, and am now

What I am now.

But he shall know

[Goes and listens at the dungeon. Praying or parleying? - Tut!

Is he not eyeless? He has been half dead

These fifteen years

Enter female Beggar with two or three of her Companions.

(Turning abruptly.) Ha! speak! - what thing

art thou?

(Recognizes her.) Heavens! my good Friend!


[To her

Forgive me, gracious Sir!

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