Britain ... - Blue-Lite

Scene II.] THE DEVOTED ONE. 1 79
Would ransack every wardrobe in the palace.
I'd load myself with gems, and my full train
Should stretch throughout the hall, with twenty slaves
In glittering habits to uphold its length.
I'd be indeed a princess.
EDITH.
Silly wench,
I scorn to win him by the outward show
Of gilded pomp. Love, pure and simple love,
Without one taint of proud ambition, shall
Make him for ever mine, or I to courts
Will bid a last farewell.
EVORA.
St. Guthlac aid us !
For he approaches, lady. Well-a-day !
Plainly do I foresee that rustic garb
Will find no grace in his star-gazing eye.
A sparkling coronet had conjured up
A thousand tender thoughts of past affection.
O, that you would but list to my wise counsel ! [Exit.
EDITH.
There is in her simplicity of speech
Some truth, I fear. Be still my trembling heart ;
The dreaded trial comes. [Retires.
Enter Godwin (splendidly dressed.)
GODWIN.
How changed are all things ! Lowly bow the humble,
While proud ones on me smile ;
A dark and howling wilderness, shines out
A paradise
of beauty. Yet am I
and earth, that seemed
The happier for this change ? No ; still my thirst
For is splendid greatness unslaked, as when
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