Britain ... - Blue-Lite

Scene I.]
THE DEVOTED ONE.
EDRIC.
My heart a pang ?
Thou know'st me not. Yet may I marvel much
His gifts should be so great to one so young,
A stranger .to himself and all the pomp
That waits on high-born nobles.
GODWIN.
This is envy.
Ay, there was truth in what my father told
Of courts and palaces (aside.} Is it, my lord,
So wondrous, then, that princes should feel grateful
For service done them in their utmost need,
And due reward bestow ?
EDRIC.
Thy words betray
Thine ignorance of the world. Where wast thou born ?
GODWIN.
What's that to thee ? It matters little where
I was brought forth, or who my parents are,
Since born I am, born to a lofty state,
A proud inheritance ;
and I'll maintain
With my good sword the honours I have gained,
Against the mightiest lord that dares insult me.
EDRIC.
If they will condescend so far to grace
Thy new nobility ; if not
GODWIN.
Why then
HI taunt them in the court ay, in the presence,
As base unmanly dastards. I will teach
The vilest slaves to hoot them for rank cowards.
My new nobility ! How old is thine ?
And whence comes your patrician birth, of which