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But it beginning had : and that was found
fount? And that, which nature did, You'll
be like to do again; And in a very peasant, yea, a slave, Enlodge the worth that roots the noble tree.
(The Countess eyes him. I trust I seem not bold, to argue so.
Coun. Sir, when to me it matters what you seem,
proves to be a lord.
Coun. Dost thou know Thou speak'st to me ?
Huon. 'Tis therefore so I speak. Coun. And know'st thy duty to me ? lluon. Yes.
Coun. And see'st
Huon. I cannot, for the fair
Coun. What height?
Huon. Thyself, That towerest 'bove thy station - Pardon me ! Oh, wouldst thou set thy rank before thyself? Wouldst thou be honoured for thyself, or that ? Rank that excels its wearer, doth degrade ; Riches impoverish, that divide respect. Oh, to be cherished for oneself alone! To owe the love that cleaves to us to naught Which fortune's summer-winter-gives or takes ! To know that while we wear the heart and mind, Feature and form, high heaven endowed us with, Let the storm pelt us, or fair weather warm, We shall be loved! Kings, from their thrones cast down, Have blessed their fate, that they were valued for Themselves, and not their stations, when some knee, That hardly bowed to them in plentitude, Has kissed the dust before them, stripped of all !
Coun. (Confused.] I nothing see that's relative in this, That bears
upon the argument. Huon. Oh, much, Durst but my heart explain.
Coun. Hast thou a heart ? I thought thou wast a serf; and, as a serf, Had'st thought and will none other than thy lord's, And so no heart—that is, no heart of thine own. But since thou say'st thou hast a heart, 'tis well,Keep it a secret; let me not suspect What, were it e'en suspicion, were thy death. (Huon Sir, did I name a banquet to thee now,
smiles. Thou lookedst so ?
Huon. To die for thee were such.
Huon. For his master oft a serf has died,
Coun. Thou art presumptuous ery-so, no wonder If I misunderstood thee. Thou’dst do well To be thyself, and nothing more.
Huon. Myself !
Coun. Why, art thou not a serf? What right hast thou To set thy person off with such a bearing ? And move with such a gait? to give thy brow The set of noble s, and thy tongue his phrase ? Thy betters' clothes sit fairer
thee Than on themselves, “and they were made for them." I have no patience with thee-can't abide thee! There are no bounds to thy ambition, none ! How durst thou e'er adventure to bestride The war-horse-sitting him, that people say Thou, not the kuight, appear'st his proper load ? How durst thou touch the lance, the battle-axe, And wheel the flaming falchion round thy head, As thou would'st blaze the sun of chivalry? I know! my father found thy aptitude, And humoured it, to boast thee off! He
Huon. Oh, lady-
Coun. Aright-what heard'st thou, then?
[Crosses to R. Huon. I know it, lady. Coun. That I ineant to say,
Don't read such books to me again. I would
had not learned to read so well, I had been spared your annotations.
For the future, no reply, when I remark.
(Huon retires up, C. Enter FALCONER, with hawk, R. My Falconer! So.
[Crosses, L An hour I'll fly my hawk.
Falconer. A noble bird,
(Retires a little, L.
(Huon advances, R. Obedient-yet a daring, dauntless bird ! You may be useful, sir; wait
END OF ACT I.
SCENE I.- The Country. On one side a Ruin, on the other
a clump of lofty trees. Enter PRINCE FREDERICK and ULRICK, R. Fred. Now thou hast seen her, tell me what thou
thinks'ıHas she a heart ?
Ulrick. I think her flesh and blood.
Ulrick. Then sure
Fred. But where is it? None yet
Ulrick. You mean, a heart to love?
Ulrick. Men tell a mine a hundred fathoms deep,
Fred. How comes it, then, I plead a bootless suit,
Ulrick. Hast thou no rival ?
Fred. I am.
Ulrick. You may have rivals