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SCENE,—The Court of a Castle surrounded with Woods.
Enter Lady Randolph.
Lady Rand. Ye woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth
Within the circle of that wood thou art,
Enter Lord Randolph.
Lord Rand. Again these weeds of woe! say,
dost thou well
To feed a passion which consumes thy life?
Lord Rand. When was it pureof sadness! These
Express the wonted colour of thy mind,
Lady Rand. If time to come
Vied with each other for my luckless love,
To his own daughter bow'd his hoary head,
Besought me to commiserate his age,
And vow'd he should not, could not, die in peace,
Unless he saw me wedded, and secured
From violence and outrage. Then, my lord!
In my extreme distress I call'd on thee,
Thee I bespake, profess'd my strong desire
To lead a single, solitary life,
And begg'd thy nobleness, not to demand
Her for a wife whose heart was dead to love.
How thou persisted'st after this, thou know'st,
And must confess that I am not unjust,
Nor more to thee than to myself injurious.
Lord Rand. That I confess ; yet ever must re-
The grief I cannot cure. Would thou wert not
Lady Rand. To such a cause the human mind