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30 THE ENGLISH SLAVE. [Act II.
Fought like a veteran warrior, till he fell,
Illustrious Duke, beneath thy well-aimed spear.
DUKE.
'Twas ever my delight at early dawn
21 To rouse the tusked boar, the wolf, and elk, ( )
And make the vale and mountain forest ring
With cry of falcon, hound, and merry horn.
Such were my youthful sports, which schooled me well
In all the nobler duties of the soldier.
ALBERT.
I would presume with Devon's fame-honoured lord
To claim a private parley.
GONDABERT.
Who art thou ?
ALBERT.
I am a vassal, born on thy domains,
And something have to say, redoubted chief,
That much concerns thy honour.
GONDABERT.
My train will to the castle's eastern gate,
Through yonder wood, conduct you.
Duke, lead on :
[Music. Exeunt Duke and hunters.
Blood-stained ambition ! idol of my worship !
But one step more the dukedom of the west
On what a noble height shall I have placed,
In some brief hours, my loved and only
ALBERT.
My lord
GONDABERT.
son !
Let me but this long-laboured plan achieve,
Let me behold my gallant Edgar lead