Britain ... - Blue-Lite

THE DEVOTED ONE. [Act V.
Blasting its energies ! O, may all blessings,
Bright as those eyes and heavenly as thy beauty,
Be on thy head !
EDITH.
His love, whose bride this night
I shall be made, will never change like thine ;
And if I faithful prove, I must be blest
Beyond all mortal joy.
GODWIN.
I dare not stay
To see thy beauty to another given :
That beauty which was mine in those blest days,
When we through Coitmaur's music-breathing groves
Together roamed, where all was peace and love.
O, could those happy hours once more return,
And I again be Selwood's forest-boy !
If here I longer tarry, I shall curse
Thy splendid spousals, call the fiends to wrap
In sheeted flames But who is he shall dare
To pluck thee from these arms ? I'll rend the heart
From out the proudest bosom that beats here,
Ere I will yield thee up.
EDITH.
For mercy, cease,
Or thou, alas ! wilt on thy soul bring down
The death of deaths ! Nay, Godwin, be thou calm.
GODWIN.
That voice could once the wildest tempest calm
Of my fierce spirit ; but to know that I
No more must listen to its gentle tones,
That on some rival's ear its blessed music
Shall unregarded fall, doth make me feel