Now, thinking of Elgiva close at hand, We shall be fill'd with her victorious spirit. Athulf. I would to God that I could think her wise. All is in jeopardy through her. By heaven! I know not which is worst-to Or come with broken strength. Edwin. come too late, To come too late Is worst by far. When Leolf went from Audley "Tis true he bade us to beware of haste ; But then he knew not that the enemy's force Would move on Nantwich, which, with his own at Lea, Shall cheek-by-jowl bring them, whilst us it leaves More laggard than we were. Athulf. I'll stake my head 'Twas ne'er by Leolf's wish his force was moved So far as Lea; but be it so or not, "Twas moved in error; it can bring no aid To Leolf and Elgiva; rather, I fear, SCENE VII.-Night. A Coppice near Acton in Cheshire.-In front is a mortstone. of LEOLF. Enter certain Retainers and Servants 1st Servant. This is the road, bring up the horses, ho! Hark! heard'st thou aught? If Dunstan knew, my friends, He'd ope his book and read a verse of power, And send a goblin that should... 2nd Servant. Hush! thou fool! "Tis here, Is it not hither the Earl should come? 1st Servant. Six furlongs from the chapel. What is this? Oh me! the mortstone! No it is not here, 'Tis further on. 3rd Servant. Seest thou not something white? 1st Servant. Jesu Maria save us! 'tis a Spirit. Enter LEOLF and ELGIVA. [Exeunt. Leolf. Fresh horses should have met us here; what Hath hinder'd them, I know not; we must wait Elgiva. Is there danger still? Leolf. But little here; the dangers of the road, I trust, are left behind. Elgiva. Oh Leolf! much I owe you, and if aught a kingdom's wealth Leolf. A kingdom's wealth! Elgiva! by the heart the heart is paid. You have your kingdom, my heart hath its love. We are provided. Elgiva. Oh! in deeds so kind, And can you be so bitter in your words! Have I no offerings of the heart, wherewith The least of boons Leolf. All you possess is but a bankrupt's bond. 2 It was too anxious to be fortunate, Elgiva. Can no return Be render'd? And is gratitude then nothing? Leolf. To me 'tis nothing-being less than love; But cherish it as to your own soul precious; The heavenliest lot that earthly natures know Is to be affluent in gratitude. Be grateful and be happy. For myself, If sorrow be my portion, yet shall hope, That springs from sorrow and aspires to heaven, Which dies not nor betrays.-What cry is that? Oh Leolf, Leolf! Mistake me not; I would not be unjust; I have not been; In all its intricacies, all its errors, And can I be unjust? Elgiva. Oh, more than just, Most merciful in judgment have you been, Leolf. Our lives were link'd By one misfortune and a double fault. Say, is it so? Leolf, we are lost. I am not afraid; but, oh! Forgive me, Leolf, for I have wrong'd in you The noblest of your kind. Oh Edwin! ... Leolf, Though sometime false to you. Leolf. Fly, fly, Elgiva! Our horses are at hand-we still may fly. SCENE VIII.-Lea in Cheshire. EDWIN, ATHULF, and SIDROC. Sidroc. Neither of them nor those that with them went Nor those that went to meet them, can I glean One grain of tidings. Even lies are scarce And false reports arrive not. Athulf. They are lost. Edwin. Peace, Athulf! if thou wouldst not see me . sink To cowardice now, when most I need my courage, Speak not that word again. They shall be found. Sidroc. By the way It may be we shall meet them. But if news Athulf. Hurt to her Strikes at the human corner of his heart. Sidroc. Upon him now, then, while his cheer is low. Athulf. Oh, Sidroc! what is ours? Edwin. Nay, hope the best; Sidroc is right; we'll march at once on Malpas, Sending the women to our friends in Wales. SCENE IX.-Malpas. BRIDFERTH and RUOLD. Bridferth. He is in much perplexity of mind, You cannot see him. Since his mother's death He comes not from his chamber, save at night When the sad brethren of St. Benedict Say masses for her soul. Ruold. His mother dead! Bridferth. At Glastonbury she lay sick, and thence Driven by the Dane, the terror of her flight, Conspiring with her malady, put out Her spark of life. To her great son she sent Her dying charge that he as best he might Should heal his country's wounds and give it peace, Its poor remains. Ruold. Indeed! His mother dead! |