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THE DEVOTED ONE. [Act III.
EDITH.
Full cause there is-But well know'st thou my love
For noble Godwin, noble now indeed !
For he hath rank and titles, pomp and friends,
The mightiest in the court. But he, alas !
Already his poor forest maiden scorns,
Deserts his Edith for some courtly dame,
Whose rank and dowry promise large increase
Of wealth and honour.
EVORA.
Noble, call you him ?
Out on his nobleness ! a scurvy groom,
A serf-born drudge, a poor swine-monger, whom
7 scarce had deigned to bless ! O could I see him,
I'd lower his proud nobility ; Fd tell him,
Though all the court were present-- EDITH.
I must not hear thee speak of Godwin thus.
I deemed his truth firm as the eternal hills ;
Peace, Evora,
And is hope mine, though round his brow the clouds
Of falsehood darkly lour, that honour's sun
Will on his loftiness break forth, and make him
Bright with its glory, as in days gone by.
I would not he should learn my altered state,
Till I have proved his heart.
Will never see him thus ?
EVORA.
EDITH.
But surely you
Even as I am.
EVORA.
So would not I. No, by my troth, I first