Athelstan A Tragedy |
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SCENE I.
Gothmund's Tent.Goodwin, Dunelm.
Goodwin.
Is she secur'd?
Dunelm.
Fast:—Barricado'd strong
By doubled Ranks of Guard: whose levell'd Spears
Hem round the Tent.
Goodwin.
Did not the Duke of Mercia,
Attempt to wrest her from them?
Dunelm.
Yes: with Fury,
Fierce as the foaming Boar that whets his Tusks,
When the bold Hunter hath destroy'd his Young,
He clamour'd to the Guard. They mock'd his Rage.
Thrice he essay'd, with phrenzy-like Despair,
To pierce their Ranks: Then Fury sunk to Grief.
Melting in Tears, he su'd for one small Grace:
Pray'd that Edwina, her late fellow Captive,
Might share her Griefs. His Suit in Sport was granted.
Edwina now weeps o'er her.—But he comes,
To plead his Right with Gothmund.
Goodwin.
Fierce will be
Their meeting Frown; when Rage encounters Rage;
In either Breast a Storm.
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I'll to my Watch:
E'en let the Tempest roar.
[Exit Dunelm.
Goodwin.
My Charge is here.
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