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Scene III.] THE VARANGIAN. 405
Of lurid shadows; and how like those clouds
Our passions deeply colour all o'er which
Their influence comes ! How could I ever deem
This Countess beautiful ? who uglier seems
Than the grim hag that rides the murky air,
Scenting the blood of infants ! I'll to the King.
Who knows what in her fury she may act ?
A woman, filled with malice, is the devil ! [Exit.
SCENE III. The Royal Pavilion in the centre of
the Camp.
Enter the King, Lanfranc, Officers, and Guards.
KING (speaking to an Officer as he enters.)
Didst thou not say Fitz-Rollo had secured
That Hereward de Brunne ?
OFFICER.
I did, my liege. [Shouts.
Those shouts proclaim the victory o'er the rebels,
Who fly on every side. And see, Fitz-Rollo
In chains their doughty captain hither leads.
KING.
Then art thou, England, wholly
mine at last !
[Flourish of trumpets.
Enter Fitz-Rollo, Ivo,and Norman Soldiers, with Here-
ward, Zalmira, and Saxon Chiefs as prisoners.
FITZ-ROLLO.
My gracious sovereign, I've my vow performed,
And may put off this battle-gear to sleep
At ease in down.
ivo.
Yes, we at length have caught