Britain ... - Blue-Lite

Scene II.]
THE ENGLISH SLAVE.
ELFILIA (alarmed.)
Where, where, my dearest lord ?
EDGAR Cnot attending to her.)
O, yes,
I see
My honoured father in his wild despair,
As he beside the trembling princess kneels,
Invoking Heaven's dread curses on my
He on the ground flings
his uprooted locks
In bitter madness ! Agony
of soul
head !
The flashing of his dark eye dims with tears,
As rain and lightnings mingle. Now his hand
The glittering dagger grasps ; he calls on me,
On me his son, but calls in vain, to save him.
Deep in his heart the horrid steel is plunged !
'Tis I who strike the blow ! My brain's on fire !
His blood streams o'er the altar, and from thence
Will it cry out against me for revenge !
Revenge ! revenge on a foul parricide !
[Edgar falls,
Elfilia shriek* and sinks beside him.
Enter Roderick and several Robbers, the Peasants
scream with terror and run off. Roderick mo-
tions the Robbers, who seize Elfilia.
ELFILIA.
Awake, my Edgar ! Fiends, let go your hold ;
Ye shall not tear me from him.
save ! hears me not.
Save me, my Edgar, He
Ah, then farewell, for ever and for ever !
[Faints in the arms of the Robbers, who bear her
off. Roderick stands in a triumphant attitude
over the fallen Edgar.
END OF THE THIRD ACT.