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SCENE IV.
A Private Apartment in the Palace of the King of Duntrone. Enter King.KING.
Eogan Mor! come forth to me!
Enter Eogan Mor.
EOGAN MOR.
My lord!
KING.
Where is Darthula? bid her come to me.
[Exit Eogan Mor.
By my immortal soul! I will not rest
Until I know the truth.
Enter Darthula.
Come close to me.
Who set Daidra free? tell me the truth!
For by my hopes of rest in Heaven! it were
Eternal death in Hell for you to lie!
Who set her free?
DARTHULA.
Father! you are not mad—
Not angry with Darthula—your dear child?
KING.
No—I'm not mad, but wish to know the truth;
Now tell it me! I left her in your care—
And you must know who let her out.
DARTHULA.
I do.
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Then tell me who? for, by my soul! he shall
Not live an hour!
DARTHULA.
Even were it your own child?
KING.
Not even mine own dear child. This I have sworn!
DARTHULA.
Then, father! I can never tell.
KING.
Why not?
Now, by my soul! I know who let her out!
Thou didst thyself! thou most ungrateful child!
Speak! tell the truth! tell me if thou didst not!
DARTHULA.
I cannot, father! for my life!
KING.
Base child.
Is this the thanks you give me for your life?
DARTHULA.
No, father! not for that.
KING.
What then? what then?
DARTHULA.
The same that thou didst put her there—for love.
KING.
Didst love her better than thy father then?
DARTHULA.
Not half so well—the thousandth part so well.
But father loves her better than his child—
Else she would not be doomed to die for her!
Is it not strange a father should so love?
Oh! father! do not look upon me thus,
But love me that I set her free.
KING.
Ah! ha!
Then thou didst set her free? Then, by my God!
Nothing but thy quick death can please my soul!
Eogan Mor! come forth!
Enter Eogan Mor.
Conduct this wretch
Back to the place from whence she let Daidra out;
After which bring me back the key—Away!
[Exeunt omnes.
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