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_Gregory._ Oh lud; oh lud! Dear, good, sweet faced gentlemen!
_2 Rob._ Peace, dolt! fear not; our captain's honourable!
_Gregory._ Nay, that he must be by his company--but sweet, civil, honest gentlemen! [_The ROBBERS press them on._] Oh confound these underground apartments! We shall never get out of them alive.
Lord! lord! how hard it is upon a man to be forced to walk to his own burying!
[_Exeunt ADELINE and GREGORY, hurried off by the ROBBERS._
SCENE III.
_Another Part of the Forest._
_Enter MARGARET, with the Young PRINCE EDWARD._
_Marg._ Why, that's well done, my boy!--so--cheerly, cheerly!
See, too, the angry storm's subsiding:--what, Thou canst not be a-weary, Ned?--I know, Thou'rt more a man.
_Prince._ Sooth, now, my legs ache sadly!
My heart is light and fresh though; and it mocks My legs for aching. I would I had your legs, And you my heart.--Your heart, I fear me, mother, Is heavier far than mine.
_Marg._ Dost think so, Ned?
_Prince._ Ay, and I know so too:--for I am in it.
_Marg._ My dear, wronged child!
_Prince._ Pr'ythee now, mother, do not grieve for me;-- I warrant I shall live to be a king, yet.
_Marg._ Alas! poor monkey! thou hast little cause
To be in love with greatness: thou hast felt Its miseries full early.
_Prince._ Then, you know I've all its good to come.
_Marg._ May Heaven grant it!
For thou dost promise n.o.bly, boy. This forest Will screen us from the hatred of our enemies.
Here, till the rage of war has ceased around us, I will watch o'er thee, Ned; here guard thy life;-- Thy life! the hope, the care, the joy of mine!
And when thy harra.s.s'd limbs have gain'd their pliancy, We will resume our task: for I must lead thee A painful walk, across Northumberland, As far as Berwick, boy; where we may meet, Again, our Scottish friends. What sayest thou Ned, Shouldst joy to see thy father there?
_Prince._ Ay, mother;-- And, though we know he has escaped the traitors, Were we but sure to find him there, I could Set out directly.
_Marg._ Rest a day or two: For hadst thou strength, the danger that surrounds us Prevents our venturing.--Come!--on a little-- We will go look some moss-grown cavern out, And there thou shalt repose thee, sweet.--
_Enter GONDIBERT._
Come, boy! come, take my hand----
[_GONDIBERT approaches, with his Sword drawn._
_Gondi._ Advance no further.
_Marg._ Ha! Who art thou, that comest, with murderous look, Here, in the dusky bosom of the wood, To intercept our pa.s.sage?
_Gondi._ One of those Who, stript of all, by an oppressing world, Now make reprisals: if my looks be dark, They best explain my purpose.
_Prince._ Fly! fly! mother!
The villain else, will kill us.
_Marg._ Let us pa.s.s.
Thou know'st us not; else would there so much terror Still strike thee of our person, that--no matter.
What cause hast thou to stay me?
_Gondi._ Biting want;-- An oath sworn to my fellows;--disappointment;-- Despair.--I came not here to parley, lady;----quickly, Yield what you have, or go where I command.
_Marg._ Command! base slave! reduced to this!--Command, From thee? thou worm!
[_Making majestically past him, with the PRINCE._
_Gondi._ Nay, nay; you fly not, lady. [_Holds his Sword, over them._
_Marg._ Oh, Heaven! my boy! strike not, on thy allegiance!
Save him, I charge thee, fellow! Save my son;-- The son of thy anointed king.
_Gondi._ My king! [_Drops his Sword at their Feet._
_Marg._ Ay, look, and tremble, slave.
_Gondi._ I do indeed!-- And tho' my sword has never been unsheathed, Since fate has link'd me to a lawless band, But to intimidate, not harm the pa.s.senger, I rather would have plunged its naked point In mine own bosom, than have raised it thus.-- I do beseech your pardon:--and, if aught, Wherein I may be capable of service, Can make atonement, you shall find me ready, Be it at what blind and perilous risk soever:-- For I have heard the fate of this day's battle; And should a guide, whose dark, and haggard fortune, Wraps him in humble seeming, be thought worthy, In this the time's extremity, to direct Your wand'ring steps, my zeal will prove itself Warm, and unshaken, madam.
_Marg._ Thou makest amends:-- And the strong tide of evils, rus.h.i.+ng in, With rapid force, upon us, well might urge me, Like sinking men who grasp at idle straws, To accept thy service. Yet, thou may'st be false, And lead my boy to his destruction.--Say,-- What sureties, fellow, have I of thy truth?
_Gondi._ Think on the awe-inspiring air that marks A royal brow, and makes the trait'rous soul Shrink at its own suggestion.--And, when care, With envious weight, invades the diadem, To aim an injury then--'twere monstrous baseness!
Oh! long, and ever, ever be there seen A heaven-gifted charm round Majesty, To draw confusion on the wretch, who, watching A transient cloud, that dims its l.u.s.tre, dares Think on his sovereign with irreverence!
But, more to bind me, madam, to your confidence, Know, I have been your soldier; and have fought In this proud cause--some, haply, may remember me-- When fortune's suns.h.i.+ne smiled upon it.
_Marg._ Now-- For greatness ever has its summer friends, Who, at the fall and winter of its glory, Fly off like swallows--thou'lt betray me.
_Gondi._ Never.
Wrong me not in your thoughts, beseech you, madam; For I will serve you truly;--truly guard Your royal son.--He is but half a subject, Who, in the zeal, and duty, for his monarch, Feels not his breast glow for his prince's welfare.
And, in the moment when the time's rough trial Calls, loudly, on my sworn allegiance, And summons it to proof, if I abandon either, May Heaven, when most I stand in need of mercy, Abandon me!
_Prince._ Let us go with him, mother.
_Gondi._ I know each turn and foot-path of the forest:-- Can lead you thro' such blind and secret windings, That will perplex pursuers, till they wander, As in a labyrinth.--West of this a little, There stand some straggling cottages, that form A silent village; and whose humble tops, Deep shadow'd by the dark o'erhanging wood, Escape the notice of the traveller.
Thither, so please you, I'll conduct you, madam.
I have a friend, Lowly but trusty, who shall tend upon you; While I will scout the country round, to gain Intelligence of your divided party.
_Marg._ [_Taking up the Sword which GONDIBERT dropped._]
