Britain ... - Blue-Lite

Scene I.] THE ENGLISH SLAVE. 43
A dear-loved parent's blood ! O
dreadful thought !
I'll yield her up, resign the beauteous maid
To happier arms, myself
Resign her to a savage
to endless woe !
mountaineer ?
Eternal madness would be then my fate !
So closely round her are these heart-strings twined.
That he who plucks her from me, must the chords
Of life asunder rend ! [Exit.
Re-enter Gondabert.
GONDABEHT.
What ! is he ? gone
I must be speedy in my dire intent.
There is no way but this. Another victim,
Ambition, must on thy red altar bleed !
How deeply am I plagued for my misdeeds.
My brother, nephews where, ay, where are they ?
Dust, ashes, slumbering in their gory graves !
And blood must flow ! again Now could I find
That fiend-like instrument, whose dagger won
For me Devonia's Earldom. He, no doubt,
Has long since perished with his robber clan,
And their white bones hang whistling to" the winds
On yonder lonely moor.
Enter Roderick, his figure and face wild, ghastly,
and ferocious.
What witchcraft 's this ?
I have no spell to call thee from the tomb. ( 26 )
Look not upon me with that ghastly smile ;
It makes my marrow freeze ! Away, grim spectre,
Back to thy gallows tree !