 | A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England |  |
SCENE II.
An extensive Forest.—Storm—Thunder & LightningEnter Edgar.
EDGAR.
Curse on my weakness,
For yielding to a woman's light caprice.
To please this wayward beauty, we must all,
I and my train, give up the hunt—alight
To rest us in the wood,—because, forsooth,
The day was sultry. Our good steeds, meanwhile,
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Would be so pleasant!—Well! we did her bidding.
But hardly were we seated, when the storm
Suddenly rose—our frightened horses dashed
Like wildfire through the forest—we dispersed
In search of them—and here am I, alone,
Baffled in my pursuit of Athelwold;
Bewildered, and almost exhausted.
(Enter Oswald.)
Ha!
Oswald, there's not a moment now to lose,
I am too weary to pursue him farther:
Go thou, and ere he find his steed, find him.
Despatch him, friend, while I do rest myself
In yonder cave, and if thou meet'st my train,
Bid them haste there. But stay—do thou go first
Into the cave, and bring me prompt report
If it be fitting for a King's repose.
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