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Why I describe him thus I'll tell hereafter:
[Exit Lady Randolph. Anna. O happiness! where art thou to be found? I see thou dwellest not with birth and beauty, Though graced with grandeur, and in wealth array'd: Nor dost thou, it would seem, with virtue dwell; Else had this gentle lady miss'd thee not.
Glen* What dost thou muse on, meditating
Like some entranced and visionary seer,
heaven. Anna. Would that I were, e'en as thou say'st,
To have my doubts by heavenly vision clear'd! Glen. What dost thou doubt of? what hast
thou to do
With subjects intricate? thy youth, thy beauty, Cannot be question'd: think of these good gifts; And then thy contemplations will be pleasing.
Anna. Let women view yon monument of woe, Then boast of beauty: who so fair as she?
But I must follow: this revolving day
by and by
I'll woo her as the lion wooes his bride. The deed's adoing now, that makes me lord Of these rich vallies, and a chief of power. The season is most apt: my sounding steps Will not be heard amidst the din of arms. Randolph has lived too long: his better fate Had the ascendant once, and kept me down: When I had seized the dame, by chance he came, Rescued, and had the lady fbr his labour. , I 'scaped unknown: a slender consolation! Heaven is my witness that I do not love To sow in.peril, and let others reap The jocund harvest. Yet I am not safe: By love, or something like it, stung, inflamed, Madly I blabb'd my passion to his wife, And she has threaten'd to acquaint him of it. The way of woman's will I do not know: But well I know the baron's wrath is deadly. I will not live in fear: the man I dread Is as a Dane to me; ay, and the man
Who stands betwixt me and my chief desire.
SCENE,—A Court, $c. as before.
Enter Servants and a Stranger at one door, and Lady Randolph and Anna at another.
Lady Rand. What means this clamour? Stranger, speak secure; Hast thou been wrong'd? have these rude men
presumed To vex the weary traveller on his way?
1 Serv. By us no stranger ever suffer'd wrong: This man with outcry wild has call'd us forth; So sore afraid he cannot speak liis fears.
Enter Lord Randolph and a Young Man, with their swords drawn and bloody.
Lady Rand. Not vain the stranger's fears!—
How fares my lord? Lord Band. That it fares well, thanks to this
Whose valour saved me from a wretched death !—
The fiercest two; the others fled amain,
My heart o'erflows with gratitude to heav'n;