Britain ... - Blue-Lite

Scene I.] THE ENGLISH SLAVE. 3
The British princess to the bridal shrine,
And this glad heart
ALBERT.
If I err not, His like
Your hopes, my lord, will scurvily be crossed.
A princess ? no ; a bondmaid, who doth tend
A swine-drift in yon forest, is the choice
Of his aspiring aims. It moves my mirth
To think how all thy future heirs will be
Of mongrel breed, half noble and half vile !
How in their veins such different blood may flow
Without eternal discord, I must leave
To thy far deeper knowledge.
GONDABERT.
I hear thy words, but gather not their meaning.
ALBERT.
They'll marry in despite of thee, if I
GONDABERT.
Marry the devil, if thou wilt ;
what reck
I whom thou marriest ? Doth thy bridal aught
Concern my honour ?
ALBERT.
No ; 'tis of Lord Edgar
GONDABERT.
Well, what of him ? What darest thou speak of him ?
ALBERT.
O, nothing evil only of his love
Ay, for a princess
GONDABERT.
ALBERT.
Princess of the hogs,
And maid of honour to my honoured mother.