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Scene III.] THE DEVOTED ONE. 187
On his pale war-horse, followed by all hell !
Silent, and cold, and deep beneath that rock
The waters flow, in which shall soon be done
A deed no tongue must name.
ELGITHA.
O, thy wild words like maniac ravings sound,
And, if I listen, I as wild shall be.
Thy heart nor friendship, love, nor pity feels.
WALDIMAR.
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Friendship nor love ? O, my life-love for thee
Is deeper than the fulness of the ocean,
And measureless as the wide heavens in which
The East and West both find their distant homes !
Nay, but for thee I should from hence depart
Without a sigh. O, in this world there dwelt
No charm or till
joy, thy rich beauty came
On my lone darkness, like some fairy isle
Cheating at eve the wandering mast-boy's sight ;
And, like that isle, ere I can call thee mine,
Thou fadest from me for ever !
ELGITHA.
Tell me, I do adjure thee by thy love,
This horrid mystery. Nay, then thus I'll grasp
Thy garments, thus for ever to thee cling
While I have life, till thou thy fate reveal.
It is to die !
To die ! O
WALDIMAR.
ELGITHA.
how ? and when ?
Heart-smiting words ! Save me from madness, Heaven f
Die ! for what guilty deed ?
Or whose decree thine innocence hath doomed
To find an early grave ?