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FROM WILLIAM TELL.
What is 't you fear, my daughter ? Is 't the lake? Emma.
No—no! The lake is rough, Chafed with the storm of yesternight—'tis rough; But 'tis not that I fear. What business have The lances in that bark? What's that he does ? He steers her right upon a rock !—'Tis in Despair, and there he'll die before my eyes ! Ha! what!—What is that?—He springs upon the rock! He flies !-he's free!- but they pursue him!
Enter TELL from an eminence. Tell. Whene'er I choose, I have the speed of them. Nor dare they shoot: so oft as they prepare, If I but bend my bow, the terror of The deadly aim alone transfixes them, That down they drop their weapons by their sides, And stand at gaze, with lapsed power, as though In every heart an arrow from my bow Stood quivering. I knew that beetling cliff Would cost them breath to climb. They top it now. Ha! (Bends his bon) Have I brought you to a stand
again? I'll keep you there, to give your master time To breathe. Poor slaves! no game are you for me; But could I draw the tyrant on that shrinks Behind you!--There he is! I'll take the crag, From which a leap, they dare not take, at once Enables me to distance them, and there Bring him to parley. (Ascends the crag.) Enter ARCHERS and SPEARMEN followed by GESLER. Ges.
Wherefore do you fly?
You did repeat
The roaring of the angry thunder rose,
Traitor, 'twas your place
It would have been, had I
Ges. Transfix the slave with all your darts
which they had half raised. Follow me! Keen huntsmen they The game itself must urge. Keep up the chase!
Ges. You keep too close together. Spread yourselves, That some of you may hit him unawares. His quiver full of ducats to the man That brings him down. On, cowards-on, I say! [Exeunt.
LOVE SEEKS CONTRAST.
You're from the town; Ilow comes it, Sir, you seek a country wife? Methinks 'twill tax his wit to answer that.
Clifford. In joining contrasts lieth love's delight. Complexion, stature, nature, mateth it, Not with their kinds, but with their opposites. Hence hands of snow in palms of russet lie; The form of Hercules affects the sylph's; And breasts that case the lion's fear-proof heart, Find their loved lodge in arms where tremors dwell! Haply for this, on Afric's swarthy neck, Hath Europe's priceless pearl been seen to hang, That makes the orient poor! So with degrees. Rank passes by the circlet-graced brow, Upon the forehead bare of notelessness To print the nuptial kiss! As with degrees So is 't with habits; therefore I, indeed A gallant of the town, the town forsake, To win a country wife.
From Tu llunchbach.
THE VAIN WIDOW.
Widow Green. Thou 'lt find out better when thy time
O the delight
Why, it will be the talk of East and West,
From The Lone Chase.
THE GROWTH OF DEVOTED LOVE.
Mariana. As my stature grew,
mingled hearts? You loved at last.-Was't not the sequel, maid ?
Mariana. I loved, indeed! If I but nursed a flower Which to the ground the rain and wind had beaten, That flower of all our garden was my pride:What then was he to me, for whom I thought To make a shroud, when, tending on him still With hope, that, baffled still, did still keep up, I saw at last the ruddy dawn of health Begin to mantle o'er his pallid form, And glow—and glow-till forth at last it burst Into confirmed, broad, and glorious day!
Lorenzo. You loved, and he did love?
Mariana. To say he did, Were to affirm what oft his
Lorenzo. This spoke impediment: or he was bound
Mariana. I saw a struggle,
Lorenzo. To follow him,
Mariana. What could I do?Cot, garden, vineyard, rivulet, and wood, Lake, sky, and mountain, went along with him,Could I remain behind ? My father found My heart was not at home; he loved his child, And ask'd me, one day, whither we should go? I said, “ To Mantua." I follow'd him To Mantua! to breathe the air he breathed, To walk upon the ground he walk'd upon, To look upon the things he look'd upon, To look, perchance, on him!-perchance to hear hiin, To touch him! never to be known to him, Till he was told, I lived and died his love.
From The Wifi.