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SCENE II.

As Edwin is slowly crossing the Stage, Angelina enters—at first, not seeing him.
Edwin. Angelina.
Angelina.
Now am I safe, and baffled is pursuit;
But, faint and lost, I know not where to fly.
(Seeing Edwin.)
Turn gentle hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
To where some rock o'ershades the vale,
From fiercely-blazing day.
For here, forlorn and lost, I tread;
With fainting steps and slow;
Where wilds, immeasurably spread,
Seem length'ning as I go.


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Edwin.
(Turns, and advances.)
Pilgrim! fatigue sits heavy on thy frame;
Let me support thee: thou hast gone too far.

(Assists her.)
Angelina.
Indeed, my father, I have greatly stray'd;
And, much I fear, shall find no place of rest.

(Sighs.)
Edwin.
Let not affliction prey upon thy mind:
Each path, that hither leads, or hence, I know.
With me, the night, repose; and ruddy morn
Shall light thee thro' the wood; myself thy guide.
Then turn, my son, and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows;
My rushy couch, my frugal fare,
My blessing, and repose.

(He leads her into the cell.)