6. BALLAD.
[“THE wind it blows cold, and the night it is drear.]
INNOGEN.
“THE wind it blows cold, and the night it is drear.
“Oh! porter, tell Gondibert Minna is here.”—
—“Away, thou fond wench, nor excite these alarms
“A bride sleeps to-night in Sir Gondibert's arms.”—
—“And was it for this, from my parents I fled?
“Then, porter, tell Gondibert Minna is dead;
“And tell him, though grief for his loss caus'd her death,
“While blessing his name, that she pour'd her last breath.”—
And now the gay morning bade Gondibert rise:
Oh! soon a sad object afflicted his eyes!
Poor Minna lay breathless his castle before;
He sank on her bosom, and never rose more.
