Till then, I will not trespass on your presence, [Exit ALASCO. WALSINGHAM (to AMANTHA.) Hast thou belied the beauty of thy life, And dared to disobey me? AMANTHA. O no- never! Never, as Heaven is witness, has this heart WALSINGHAM. Ha! beware! I cannot doubt Alasco. Thou art his wife !-by Heaven, thou art his wife !Deny it not-thy burning cheek betrays thee. Hear me, my father! AMANTHA. WALSINGHAM. Away! thou hast deceived me! Thy angel mother's image in thy face, Has lost its charm, and pleads for thee in vain. AMANTHA. Oh! to that much-loved mother's hallowed shade, I here appeal, to vindicate her child. It was her living wish-her dying will— On her death-bed, she join'd our trembling hands— WALSINGHAM. Beyond forgiveness blacken not thy fault. Thy mother! She was my soul's sweet refuge from a world AMANTHA. Then hear, my father! O! as you prized her virtues --loved her name,- WALSINGHAM. Most true. That thought I nourish'd in my breast, Be summon'd instantly-I must speak with him. If I suspect this tale a stratagem, And aid Alasco's views. WALSINGHAM. I cannot think it. With all a soldier's prejudice to priests, HOHENDAHL. It were a wise precaution, to remove Your daughter to the castle. There secure, To meet this exigence. WALSINGHAM. I apprehend No danger from Alasco. "Though fallen off, "I fear, from loyalty, yet in his heart "The seeds of honor are too deeply sown, Thus mingled with a traitor's. [Exeunt. END OF THE FIRST ACT. ACT II.-SCENE I. The retired part of a Forest, at the close of Evening. Enter ALASCO and CONRAD. ALASCO. No! to be cold in such a cause as this, Were cowardice, my friend, and not discretion. CONRAD. Stunn'd a while, "I grant you, by the blow; but our state quacks "Has lashed us into life, and now our swords And eager for the field? ALASCO. Armed, you say? CONRAD. Charged like a mine, And ready to explode. There's not a man of them But holds the faith, that Poland's rights depend Upon his sword. ALASCO. Your sanguine spirit, Conrad, Always outruns the promise of events— Provoking fortune. "But why have you so long "Conceal'd their movements from me? "I know you think me rash-impetuous- "The ship sea-worthy, ere my friend embark'd. 66 ALASCO. Discretion, Conrad, sits not easy on you: "It is too cold a virtue for your use. "I trust, however, your ardour has not sought "In spirits sluggish and insensible, "To stir revolt, to unavailing ruin." |