The Heroine of Cambria | ||
SCENE V.
LLANDORVIN,(alone.)
This sudden spring-tide of returning hope
Amazes me: and more her dark suggestion:
“A generous English hand,” she points to Clyfford:
The horrible surmise, with dread conviction,
Wakes my worst fears: such horrors must not be.
But how may I, in bondage, yet restrain
The fervent spirit of precipitate youth,
Hurried to guilt by virtuous indignation?
Could I converse a moment with the Queen!
She is intelligent, and has a soul
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With dire imaginings.—What ho! attend me
Kind guardian of my prison!
The Heroine of Cambria | ||