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Scene II.] THE ENGLISH SLAVE. 79
All other cares are past, and in this breast
Love shall again find its sweet place of rest.
So when dark winter's wreckful storms retire,
And spring-suns light the heavens with golden fire,
Returns the eve-bird to her home of flowers,
And, rich in music, charms the moonlit bowers. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Plain, by moonlight. The Danish
Camp in the back ground.
Enter Cathimar.
CATHIMAR.
A Saxon renegade the news hath brought,
That our young chief, Rogvalla, is a prisoner
To Gondabert. I now shall have my wish.
His death is certain, and I rise to power,
The leader of yon bands.
Enter Elfilia.
Who gave thee freedom ?
And whither goest thou at this early watch ?
ELFILTA.
O, stay me not one moment ;
I would fly
Swift as the winds, to save a captive's life.
CATHIMAR.
What captive's life, fair damsel, wouldst thou save ?
My Edgar's.
ELFILIA.
Gondabert a prisoner holds
Rogvalla in his towers; and I have won
The chieftains in yon camp to let me fly
To Lydford Castle, and implore the Earl
To exchange the Danish sea-king for his son,
Whom your stern priests demand in sacrifice.