Edwin and Angelina ; or the Banditti An opera, in three acts |
 |
|
| 1. |
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 2. |
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
| 6. | SCENE VI. |
| 7. |
| 8. |
| 9. |
| 3. |
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
| 6. |
| 7. |
 | Edwin and Angelina ; or the Banditti |  |
35
SCENE VI.
Sifrid, alone.Sifrid.
How shall I act? What do? What purpose choose?
My soul, at thought of cruelty, recoils;
Deeply as he has wrong'd me.—Shall I bear,
In bondage rigorous, his spirit down?
Or shall I throw concealment off; reject
All temporizing means; and, front to front,
Load him with accusation and reproach?
My soul, at thought of cruelty, recoils;
Deeply as he has wrong'd me.—Shall I bear,
In bondage rigorous, his spirit down?
Or shall I throw concealment off; reject
All temporizing means; and, front to front,
Load him with accusation and reproach?
The mother, anxious for her child,
Whose country calls him to the field,
Danger and glory long comparing;
And each, herself, in fancy, sharing;
Still, with fond arms, the youth constrains;
Nor thinks, embracing, she detains.
Whose country calls him to the field,
Danger and glory long comparing;
And each, herself, in fancy, sharing;
Still, with fond arms, the youth constrains;
Nor thinks, embracing, she detains.
So, in my changing, wavering, mind;
To different acts, by turns, inclin'd;
On direful vengeance now resolving;
And now some milder fate revolving;
No settled purpose bears the sway,
And long, and longer, grows delay.
To different acts, by turns, inclin'd;
On direful vengeance now resolving;
And now some milder fate revolving;
No settled purpose bears the sway,
And long, and longer, grows delay.
[He goes out.
| Edwin and Angelina ; or the Banditti | |