To royal Gersa with my humble thanks, Captain. 20 I will. [Exit. Erminia. Yes, he was ever known to be a man Frank, open, generous; Albert I may trust. O proof! proof! proof! Albert's an honest man; Albert. Enter ALBERT. Now! Good Gods! Lady Erminia! are you prisoner In this beleaguer'd camp? Or are you here Your plight before, and, by her Son, I swear What would the fairest-? 30 Erminia. Albert, will you swear? Well? Albert, you have fame to lose. If men, in court and camp, lie not outright, Albert. Aye, anything to me, fair creature. Do; Dictate my task. Sweet woman,— Erminia. Without proof could you think me innocent? 40 Albert. How? Make it clear; if it be possible, 50 I, by the banner of Saint Maurice, swear To right you. Erminia. Possible !-Easy. O my heart! This letter's not so soil'd but you may read it : Possible! There-that letter! Read-read it. [Gives him a letter. Albert (reading). "To the Duke Conrad.-Forget the threat you made at parting, and I will forget to send the Emperor letters and papers of your's I have become possessed of. His life is no trifle to me; his death you shall find none to yourself." (Speaks to himself:) "Tis me-my life that's pleaded for! (Reads.) "He, for his own sake, will be dumb as the grave. Erminia has my shame fix'd upon her, sure as a wen. We are safe. AURANTHE. A she-devil! A dragon! I her imp! Erminia. I found it in the tent, among some spoils Which, being noble, fell to Gersa's lot. [They go in and return. Villainy! Conrad's sword, his corslet, and his helm, And his letter. Caitiff, he shall feel 70 Erminia. I see you are thunderstruck. Haste, haste away! Albert. O I am tortured by this villainy. Erminia. You needs must be. Carry it swift to Otho; Tell him, moreover, I am prisoner Here in this camp, where all the sisterhood, Erminia. Swift be your steed! Within this hour The Emperor will see it. Albert. That I can swear. Ere I sleep: 80 [Hurries out. Gersa (without). Brave captains! thanks. Enough Of loyal homage now! Erminia. Enter GERSA. Hail, royal Hun! Gersa. What means this, fair one? Why in such alarm? Who was it hurried by me so distract? It seem'd you were in deep discourse together; Your doctrine has not been so harsh to him Of such a beauteous vestal. Erminia. To hear you condescend to I grieve, my Lord, 90 ribald phrase. Hearken, my lady pure! Erminia. Silence! and hear the magic of a name-Erminia! I am she,-the Emperor's niece! Prais'd be the Heavens, I now dare own myself! Gersa. Erminia! Indeed! I've heard of her. Prythee, fair lady, what chance brought you here? Erminia. Ask your own soldiers. Gersa. And you dare own your name. For loveliness you may-and for the rest My vein is not censorious. The swan, soft leaning on her fledgy breast, When to the stream she launches, looks not back Erminia. Trust me one day more, Generously, without more certain guarantee, I think, nay I am sure, you will grieve much 96-100 Then you dare do no more than women dare MS., last two words cancelled. 110 Tir'd out, and weary-worn with contumelies. Gersa. Poor lady! Erminia. Enter ETHELBERT. Gentle Prince, 'tis false indeed. 120 Good morrow, holy father! I have had look 130 Too cheerful for these foul pernicious days. 140 Daughter, do you so? How's this? I marvel! Yet you look not mad. Erminia. I have good news to tell you, Ethelbert. Gersa. Ho! ho, there! Guards! Your blessing, father! Sweet Erminia, Believe me, I am well nigh sure Erminia. Short time will show. Farewell! [Enter Chiefs. Yes, father Ethelbert, I have news precious as we pass along. 149 To no ill. Gersa. Command an escort to the Friedburg lines. [Exeunt Chiefs. Pray let me lead. Fair lady, forget not Gersa, how he believ'd you innocent. I follow you to Friedburg with all speed. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-The Country. Enter ALBERT. Albert. O that the earth were empty, as when Cain Had no perplexity to hide his head! Or that the sword of some brave enemy In feud with wolves and bears, when no eye saw Of honour 'mid the growling wilderness. My sturdier youth, maturing to the sword, Of shields upon the pavement, when bright-mail'd Sway'd by command, as corn is by the wind? Put to the torture for confessional? Then the damn'd crime of blurting to the world 11 20 20 30 |