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Enter, L., CATHERINE, SIR CONRAD, SIR Otro, and
Sir O. (R. C.] Or I mistake,
Sir Con. (L. c.] I marked not if
Cath. Were I a man,
Sir Rup. (L.) I saw him not
Cath. Not see my hawk at all? You'll do For a falconer! So! Had I that boy, My hair-brained cousin, whom you say you know, And fair Sir Rupert hath such fancy for, [Crosses to R. He would find My hawk, ere you began to look for it.How loth these friends are to part company! [Aside.] Now I will scatter them. Who finds my
hawk Deserves to kiss my hand, and he shall do it.
[Sir Otto and Sir Conrad quickly run off, L. and R. What! like you not my wages, sir, you stand, Nor make a proffer of
service ? Sir Rup. To kiss your hand would be most rich reward, If love's sweet gift to him who sought your
love ; But if love's gift, to one alone 'twere made, And not to any one!
Cath. Love's gift!--what's that ? Most thankless proffer made by empty hand! Give me bright diamonds, I shall have bright eyes. When fetched desert its value, and was poor? A hundred years ago !-but it was left A legacy, and then they found it out! The world, they say, is an old churl,—'tis not ! Can
you afford to feast, you shall be feasted;
You shall not dine at home one day out of three-
Sir Rup. You are a young ascetic.
Cath. Sir, I am
Sir Rup. Indeed!
Cath. Indeed, and very deed; for I have known
Sir Rup. Nay, you speak in irony.
Cath. I speak in truth, speaking in irony; For irony is but a laughing truth, Told of a worthless thing. Will you have more ? You shall, then. Have you never heard it said, Or never dreamed you such a thing as thisThat fortune's children never yet lacked wit, Virtue, grace, beauty, though it taxed the owners To find them out ? What! not a word to say ? Let's change the theme, then: The argument shall be, that you're in love : The which I shall affirm, while you deny. I say, you are in love. Come, prove me wrong!
Sir Rup. I never argue, only for the sake
Cath. Come, come,
In case you
Sir R. Madam, although I may not use my tongue
hawk, to use your lips ?
Sir Rup. You wrong me there.
Cath. Why, see what pains you take with your person How you
Cath. [Looks out.] Farewell !
Sir Rup. If I could speak
Cath. My hawk were off again ere you had done, So I would lose his service-thou my
thanks. Sir Rup. I will secure him straight. (Erit, R. Cath. I gave him pain, Though he has borne it with a noble heart ! I hope he will not make me weep in turnSymptoms I feel of something like a showerA slight one-but it must not fall.— They're gone. A noble heart! a very noble heart !
Re-enter Sir RUPERT, R. Sir Rup. I have missed the hawk-he has taken wing
again. Cath. 'Twas not your fault--you did the best you could. I am not angry—there's my hand for you. Marked you which course he took? Then, come along, We'll hunt for him together.
Sir Rup. Stop-it lowers ! There's shelter here. [They approach the Ruins. Enter the Countess and HUON, L. S. E.-Prince Frederick
and Ulrick come forward a little, R., but so as not to be noticed. Coun. (To Sir R.] Will there not be a storm ? Huon. I am sure there will. Coun. I asked not you to speak! When you
should speak, It shall be shown-it shall be plain. Be sure It is so, ere you give your counsel, sir. (Huon retires R. to
a group of trees, and leans against one of them. Do you not think there's threatening of a storm ? Sir Rup. Yes, lady. When the Heavens look troubled
Fred. The only man
coach, At the hill foot I see attending on you ? Coun. (Haughtily.] The rain is on, sir: I am better here.
Sir Otto and SIR CONRAD re-enter in haste. Sir O. A storm! a storm! Those pitch-black clouds
that speed In wild career to meet the sun, as though
envy of this light to blot him out, Come right against the wind--a token they Bring thunder!
Sir Con. Yes : I saw a forkéd flash, And while I held my breath and listened, heard The distant thunder. (To Sir 0.] Avoid the trees: their
With boastful towering, dare the threatening bolt
Ulrick. Do you note ?—She does not move !
Fred. 'Tis dark as night!
Ulrick. What ?-oh, the storm!—My lord,
Cath. [To Sir Rup.] Pray you, speak
Sir Rup. Madam
Sir Rup. She is fond of you.
Sir Rup. Madam! madam! pray you,
Ulrick. The peril of the serf transfixes her!
Fred. Your pardon, lady; but you must not brave
(Huon staggers from the tree-The Countess rushes to
him, catching him in her arms. Coun. No! no! 0 Heaven, he's dead! Why would
he stand Beneath the trees - What, Huon! speak to me! Show me thou hear'st me!-let me see some signs