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Scene I.] THE ENGLISH SLAVE. 29<br />

ELFILIA.<br />

Heaven, for thy mercy ! there is none on earth !<br />

Remorseless man, hurl me from yonder rocks<br />

Deep in the roaring torrent's black abyss,<br />

Rather than let me meet (shrieks.) Ha ! I behold him !<br />

The hated, dreaded Duke.<br />

ALBERT.<br />

O, how it racks<br />

My heart to see her thus. Yet must it be,<br />

Or blasted every hope that life can yield. [Aside.<br />

Swear to be mine, and I will bear thee hence,<br />

Where he shall never find thee.<br />

ELFILIA.<br />

O, faithless Edgar !<br />

What fires are these which lighten round my brow?<br />

Madness is on my wild and burning brain !<br />

Swear to be thine? (hesitates) thine ? Tortures,<br />

racks, and flames<br />

Shall sooner be my portion ! Monster ! fiend !<br />

Dark savage of the moor, despair's dread curse<br />

On thy last death-hour fall ! [Rushes off.<br />

ALBERT.<br />

The secret shall be told to win my freedom,<br />

And then away away to tlr* wildest depth<br />

Of Dartmoor will I safely bear my love.<br />

Music. Enter Earl Gondabert and the Duke of Corn-<br />

wall, with a train of hunters,<br />

GONDABERT.<br />

Right gallant spoil have we this day enjoyed<br />

Amid the wilds of Dartmoor's regal forest.<br />

That shag-maned bull, by our fierce dogs embayed,

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