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Why art thou silent? Wherefore holds thy tongne
peace, and not thy cheek?
Duke. It talks!
Huon. My lord
Duke. (Interrupting him.) I know it will advantage thee.
Huon. (More earncstly.) My lord
she has wealth;
Huon. (Impetuously.) My lord-
now! Wouldst thou rebel? Huon. Rebel,
. And so, as ’tis my will
Writes. Huon. That I were dead ! Oh, what is death, compared to slavery! “ Brutes may bear bondage--they were made for it, “ When Heaven set men above them; but no mark, “ Definite and indelible, it put
Upon one man to mark him from another,
beast of burden? Why should I live ?
Duke. Here, Huon, sign,
Huon. I will not sign.
Huon. My lord, I am a man:
[Crosses, R. Duke. How, slave!
Huon. Oh, good my liege,
Leave me my heart-a miserable one
The Duke draws his sword, and resolutely approaches
Huon. At the same minute the Countess enters, un
perceived, and stops short, R. Duke. Huon, I love thee, And would not do thee harm, unless compelled. Thou shouldst not play with me, and shalt not. Take, Therefore, thy choice-death, or the paper. Huon. Death! [Falls on his knees, opens his vest, tukes
the point of the Duke's sword and places it opposite
his heart. Set here thy point: 'Tis right against my heart! Press firm and straight; The more, the kinder!
(A pause. Duke. As thou wishest death, I will not kill thee for thy disobedience. An hour I grant for calm reflection :-use it. If, on the lapse of that brief space, I find The page without addition, thou may’st learn That even slavery hath its degrees, Which makes it sometimes sweet. Our felons throng The galleys: but 'tis hard, or we shall find A bench and oar for thee.
Exit, L. Huon. My lord, come back! My lord ! What now's my mind, be sure 'twill be At the end of the hour! of the day! of my life !-My
lord !He does not hear, or will not. Most sweet cause Of most insufferable misery, Would'st thou not weep at this ? Couldst thou look on, And keep pride sitting in thy woman's eyeThe proper
throne of pity—which for me, The melting queen has yet refused to fill, But to a stern usurper all abandoned ! Wouldst thou not weep? “Or would my name alone“My sole condition set 'gainst all myself; “ The vivid thoughts, the feelings sensitive, "The quick affections, passions of a man,
Despite his misery of birthright; flesh,
“Warm, warm; of as high vitality as though
(Following the Duke, L. Countess. (Interposing. Stop, Huon-What's the mat
ter? Huon. Huon-Huon! Didst thou say Huon-and with gentleness? Madam-my mistress-I am your
slave ! I am nothing But the
serf! Coun. See if that door is free From list'ners. Huon. (Goes to the door, L., and returns.] There is no
one here. Coun. Now, what's the matter With
father and you ?
Coun. What is it? Let me see it.
she reads.] How her eye fastens on the writingTo grasp
it, as her hand the paper! What! Did she start ? She did! Oh, wherefore ?—What is
this? Her sweet face that just now was all a calm, Show signs of brooding tempest! Yes, 'tis onLowers on her brow, and flashes on her cheek, Like cloud and lightning. How her bosom heaves ! What makes it heave ? (She drops the paper.) She has let
the paper drop,
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! O 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