 | Edward and Eleonora |  |
SCENE I.
Gloster, Theald.Gloster.
No, Theald, no; he never will consent—
I know him well—he ne'er will purchase Life,
At such a Rate: besides, in aid of Love,
His generous Pride would come, and deem it Baseness.
Theald.
Then is yon Sun his last. The blackning Wound
Begins already to confess the Poison—
Meantime, my Lord, both Friendship and our Duty
Demand, at least, the Trial. Well I know,
That, poise his Life with hers, he would as nothing
Esteem his own: but sure the Life of Thousands,
The mingled Cause at once of Heaven and Earth,
Should o'er the best the dearest Life prevail.
Gloster.
Alas! my Friend, you reason, Edward loves.
How weak the Head contending with the Heart!
Yet be the Trial made—Behold he comes.
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