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58 THE ENGLISH SLAVE. [Act IV.
ROGVALLA.
Thy manly bearing,
Thy form and countenance, all for thee plead,
And wake my heart to friendship. Whence comest thou ?
ALBERT.
I from the towers of Gondabert have fled,
That den of murder ;
and amid these woods,
Wandering I knew not whither, heard rich music
Break on the breathless night.
I shouted loud
"Danes and revenge are come !" and the dim woods
And rocks " "
replied, Danes and revenge are come !
ROGVALLA.
Is there a Saxon heart that can feel joy
At our arrival ?
ALBERT.
Yes, / feel a joy,
A maddening joy of fierce and just revenge
On that stern, villain Thane, the Earl of Devon.
Listening in secret, I overheard a plot,
A plot to murder all the Danes that breathe
Within the English realms ! Yet a brief space,
Be well assured, and this remorseless act
while I, for service done
Shall be performed ;
To that false Earl, was also doomed to fall.
ROGVALLA.
O, for such treachery shall these Saxon dogs
Be worthily repaid !
Come, guide me to the Earl of Devon's strong towers,
And thou shalt to my heart be as a brother.
I'll do it gladly.
ALBERT.
ROGVALLA.
Arm him with a war-knife.