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HENRY
STOCKING,
25,
KING
WILLIAM
STREET,
LONDON
BRIDGE.
MDCCCXXXIX.
FKNCHURCH-STREET.
in
the
manners
of
as
much
as
History
of
the
Middle
Ages.
CAKRINGTON'S
DARTMOOR.
Captives
to
Gondabert.
Saxon
and
Danish
Soldiers,
Peasants,
Robbers,
and
Attendants.
ERA
1002.
myself.
?
and
if
ere
long
gift
which
Heaven
on
all
bestows
But
impious
man
denies
him e'en as
if he were
captive
to
these
towers
Than
sweetest
music
in
the
stranger
halls.
BERTHA.
How
bright
the
morning
shines.
Will
you
not
walk,
earth,
triumphant
shall
we
meet
presence
sufferings
of
my
country,
And
with
my
laurel-garlands
would
entwine
Though
now
on
fortune's
sea
ocean's
storm-dashed
waves.
its
diamond
fires,
As
through
the
frosty
night
the
clustered
stars
Shine
out
resplendently
c
amaze me.
THE FIRST ACT.
delightful
valley.
Then
why
should
I
regret
my
once
proud
home,
From
which
me
as
kingly
halls.
;
be,
Proud
youth,
ere
long.
the
mountain
The
heavy
tempest
lours,
till
came
thy
beauty
)
a
distance.
;
down
the
gulph
of
madness,
where
Taking
up
the
letter.
hope

dogs
embayed,
only
son
ALBERT.
My
lord
GONDABERT.
Let
me
but
this
long-laboured
plan
achieve,
Let
me
behold
my
gallant
Edgar
lead
honoured mother.
?
wait
on
thy
desert.
D
come,
MESSENGER.
He
is,
my
lord.
SECOND ACT.
o'er
their
flowing
locks
Pour
the
most
precious
ointments
of
the
East,
eye,
Dare
not
to
hope
that
I
will
sacrifice
Danes
GONDABERT.
Now
by
that
oath,
With
heart
of
fire,
that
in
its
sternest
mood
Hath
loved
thee,
Edgar
ay,
these
burning
tears
Too
deeply
tell
the
father's
strong
affections
And
yet
to
steep
my
bridal
bed
in
blood,

?
band
commend
her
comely
looks.
meet,
and
lay
me
down
No
power
but
love
can
stay
thy
threatened
doom.
?
and
when
achieved,
I'm
reckless
what
may
come
me.
[Retires.
Enter
Edgar,
followed
by
Harold.
EDGAR.
Not
see
her
HAROLD.
No,
good
my
lord.
I
saw
the
bond-neif,
Editha,
in
tears
Lamenting
that
Elfilia,
wild
with
grief,
Had
fled,
she
knew
not
whither.
E
2
I
see
him
now
fallen
Edgar.
END
OF
THE
THIRD
ACT.
:
must
leave
you.
At
my
return
by
morn,
I'll
call
you
forth
?
shall act.
as
a
brother.
ALBERT.
I'll
do
it
gladly.
ROGVALLA.
Arm
him
with
a
war-knife.
return,
bloody
business
and
such
a

I
Revenge
again
is
mine.
wipe
the
dust
meets
another,
both
having
their
daggers
drawn.
Edgar
as
he
attempts
to
fight,
and
instantly
disarm
him.
F
streets
news
F2

returning light.
Saxon race
to
me
canst
do
[Exit.
FOURTH
ACT.
Roderick
and
several
Rob-
bers,
with
Rogvalla
in
chains
The
Robbers
fall
bach
and
go
off.
Evanda
rushes
into
the
arms
of
Rogvalla.
GONDABERT.
My
heart
feels
light
once
more.
RODERICK.
Behold,
my
lord,
Your
Danish
prisoner.
ROGVALLA.
Why,
thou
tenfold
miscreant,
your
ruthless
swords,
Mid
shouts
of
impious
revelry,
commix
justice.
[Aside.
[Exit
Othmar.
I
have
no
peace
until
my
Edgar's
found.
me
fly
To
Lydford
Castle,
and
implore
the
Earl
To
exchange
the
Danish
sea-king
for
his
son,
Whom
your
stern
priests
demand
in
sacrifice.
A
man,
a
gallant
warrior
to
show
mercy.
ALBERT.
One
whose
strong
fangs
shall
fasten
on
thy
flesh
And
shake
thee
into
fragments,
if
again
Thou
place
a
finger
on
that
lovely
maid.
spirit.
Sweet
Elfilia,
Forgive,
forgive
the
past,
and
let
my
blood
conscience.
Will
nothing
calm
the
stormy
passions
here ?
face
in
agony
with
both
hands.
grave
of
infamy.
beggary
and
That
gives
me
death,
so
haste
to
set
Thy
Danish
captive
free.

its
wrath
to strike.
Enter
Gondabert
and
Othmar
with
Saxon
Soldiers,
driving
in
the
Danes.
the
injustice
of
this
robber.
flinty
altar
to
thy
feet.
GONDABERT.
And
must
he,
must
he
perish
for
my
crimes?
Gondabert.
falls.
Ely,
was
celebrated
for
the
excellent
gardens
could
not
of
this
island,
and,
like
cattle,
exposed
to
sale
in
all
the
markets
of
Europe.
H
who fre-
to
six
years,
and
that
on
the
seventh
he
H
2
people
is also made
St.
Philip
appeared
to
Neot
himself
at
jugglers
the
Kings
of
Europe.
Comanian
chief,
or
king,
was
buried
near
one
of
the
gates
of
Constantinople,
with
a
train
of
followers
and
horses
alive.
See
Joinville.
celebrate
his
name
while
Dartmoor's
lofty
tors
and
mountains
of
eternal
granite
lift
their
majestic
summits
to
heaven,
a
resting-place
for
the
cloud
and
the
storm,
Novogardia,
adorned
it
with
many
noble
buildings.
Arctic
winter.
name
belonging
to
this
female.
END
OF
THE
ENGLISH
SLAVE.
THE
DEVOTED
ONE
A
TRAGEDY.
AFFECTIONATE
SERVANT,
J.
FITZGERALD
PENNIF,
ELEVENTH CENTURY.
i 2
;
talk
witch,
beget,
If
bravely
carried,
fame,
and
fame
bring
honours,
land
?
I,
at
thy
setting,
like
the
young
moon,
shall
Begin
to
rise
in
glory.
[Exeunt.
not
Meet
and
commune
with
elves
and
fairy
maids,
And
beautiful
spirits
of
the
groves
and
streams,
Who
tempt
thee
with
strange
love,
and
o'er
thy
mind
dulness,
amid
its
rocks,
GODWIN.
What
GODWIN.
Didst
thou
know,
My
much-loved
father,
how
my
life
has
past
nighs
that
magic
clime
Where
human
foot
ne'er
trod,
nought
finds
he
there
Save
freezing
iceberg,
naked
rock,
and
surge.
aims.
WULFXOTH.
Even
so.
An
humble
peasant
was
our
sire,
who
lived
K
kinsman.
my
poor
dwelling.
Then
shall
I
K
2
too
well,
how,
struggling
with
a
host
on
the
evening
winds,
That
beat
on
dangerous
greatness.
Dear,
my
father,
For
such
art
thou
to
Edith,
let
me
still
Dwell
here
with
thee,
till
Godwin
shall
again
earth
can
yield.
shall
never
meet
again.
END
OF
THE
FIRST
ACT.
my
misery
feels;
vain,
like
a
pure
stream
Lost
in
that
sun-smote
desert's
burning
sands.
queen,
believe but
On thee
again, Elgitha,
eyes
and states
skies
CANUTE.
Speak
not
thou
So
misbeseemingly.
ZANDAGAST.
My
lord,
the
race
Vikingers
1
bloody
craft
pursue,
but
hate,
and
watchful
fear,
destroyed,
bore.
And
what
reck
I,
L
2
and
Northumberland,
Norwegian
Iric
of
the
magic
sword,
His
death
is
strangely
sudden.
I
Have
never
known
a
noble
deed
yet
done
;
all
the
passions
loose
To
make
us
slaves
and
idiots.
TURKEETUL.
'Tis
a
joy
banquet
No
Danish
soldier,
in
his
merriest
hour,
Ere
lifted
wine-cup
with
a
freer
hand
Than
these
ascetic
priests.
TURKEETUL.
Then
do
they
set'
An
excellent
example.
I
will
choose
For
my
confessor
one
that,
like
myself,
The
worst
to
learn,
were
better
than
this
state
Of
dark
uncertainty
and
fearful
doubt.
ERMINGILD.
Thou
know'st,
my
son
WALDIMAR.
Ay,
know
I
e'en
full
well
That
thou
from
infancy
hast
on
my
mind
Deeply
impressed
my
doom.
Ere
we
forsook
light
o'er
flowers
immortal
shed,
nations
quake
With
sad
foreboding
fear
as
they
behold
list
The
thunder's
voice,
the
cataract-sounding
roar
brain-born
spectre
of
some
dream.
nigh
to
death.
Then
did
I
vow
to
SIVA,
the
CREATOR,
PRESERVER,
and
DESTROYER,
attributes
In
ONE
OMNIPOTENT,
the
Lord
of
lords,
receive me.
in
his
dark
bosom
?
the
midnight
hour
M
[Exeunt
Zandagast
and
Ermingild.
be
sink,
Sink
broken-hearted,
in
eternal
night.
END
OF
THE
SECOND
ACT.
M
2
above
fortunes
need
gifts
seem
poor
with
hell
and
devils
Is
he
not
be
a
slave,
than
stand
Honoured
in
Honour's
presence.
No,
my
lords,
I'll
never
prove
ungrateful.
Why,
by
Heaven,
Greatness,
which
should
ennoble,
for
to
Edith
a
thing
for
their
contempt
or
pity.
If
kind
they
seemed,
the
manner
of
their
kindness
and
many
to
bestow
On
whom
he
lists,
that
what
has
fallen
on
me
Can
give
thy
heart
no
pang.
comes
your
patrician
birth,
of
which
must,
They,
like
eternal
fire,
shall
to
thee
cling,
And
in
thy
passion-quivering
heart
Remorse
is the law
[Exit
these
noisy
halls
of
wine
and
riot.
a
princess
like
a
bondmaid
clad.
v
I first
N
2
for
me,
no
more
Languish,
like
sunless
flowers,
amid
the
gloom
pray
forgive
My
presence
here.
'Tis
but
once
more
to
gaze,
sad
lone
heart
shalt
be
assured-,
lost,
for
ever
[Exit.
worlds
Winged
with
blue
lightning,
grisly
hags
that
weave
Blood-spells
to
plague
mankind,
and
shadowy
Death
?
yet
hast
in
thy
keeping.
?
voice
which
calls
THE THIRD ACT.
?
forest.
EVORA.
Earl
of
past
exploits
o
words
of
that
tongue-doughty
scold.
fierce
contempt.
Disdaining
Enter
Canute,
Turkeetul,
Rolf
Iric,
Guards
and
Attendants.
CANUTE.
Emma
of
Normandy
shall
be
our
Queen,
And
quickly
change
her
weeds
of
widowhood
To
bridal
robes
of
state.
o2
Some
other
time.
wreck.

on
my
pale
and
quivering
lips
By
blessed
Cuthbert
Enter
Officer.
OFFICER.
My
sovereign
liege,
ambassadors
are
come
From
Norway
its
beauty.
But,
dread
sire.
Such
reverence
doth
he
to
his
mother
pay,
ships
splendour
shines.
barrier
rocks,
And
when
the
summer
comes
the House
worship paid
me
have
been
curses
on
thee.
royal
signet.
to clothe
to
death.
p
THE
FOURTH
ACT.
p 2
dews
I
from
the
cold
brows
brushed
of
one,
who
fell
;
;
Thunder.
wherein
appear
many
awful
and
hideous
figures,
which
beckon
Godwin
to
advance.
end.
of
the
future,
show
this
man
The
end
of
his
ambition.
[Thunder.
:
;
bands,
And
that
bird
of
gorgeous
wing,
Sun-set
splendours
rivalling,
Gilds
the
twilight
of
the
grove,
Laden
with
the
spicy
clove
From
the
Ganges'
sacred
flood,
it
now,
For,
on
the
dark
and
shadowy
verge
of
death,
All
the
wild
frenzy
of
my
brain
is
fled,
And,
like
to
one
who
wakes
from
troubled
dreams
And
finds
himself
and
home
involved
in
flames,
side,
and
attempts
to
speak;
but
overpowered,
she
sinks
convulsively
on
the
ground,
and
expires.
mother's
fondness,
given
this
knee
In
homage
bow
to
him,
the
crucified,
Whom
for
your
God
ye
worship.
CANUTE
(stabbing
Zandagast.)
Die
thou,
then,
Blaspheming
homicide,
fanatic
rebel
To
God
and
to
our
laws
Q
That
we,
in
cooler
moments,
can
perform
ever
lived,
thy
faithful
wife.
And
meet
thee,
with
my
son,
in
fadeless
glory.
[Exit.
CANUTE.
Call
hither
all
my
officers
and
guards.
great
In
passionate
mood
purest
gold.
a
beggar
happier
than
a
king.
[Exit.
some
unearthly
being
hath
assumed
That
form
to
blast
me
GODWIN.
I
own,
indeed
thee
what
a
glorious
fool
for
me
a
flower,
hell,
music
Shall
unregarded
fall,
doth
feel
Shall
thy
sacred
peace
molest.
more
Shall
thy
sacred
peace
molest.
relation
in
Moravia,
and
while
sauntering
in
the
park
of
the
Chateau
with
some
ladies,
was
suddenly
syllable
he
had
used,
but
on
no
account
would
he
repeat
them
aloud.
Each
letter
mystically
signifies
the
Creator,
Preserver,
and
Destroyer.
Wonders
of
Flora.
Wilford,
was
a
temple
dedicated
to
the
worship
of
Padma-devi.
R
resurrection
of
the
dead.
Among
the
various
deities
whom
they
believed
to
national
independence,
were
pre-
of
the
lake
ot
Tollentz,
by
a
village
pastor,
near
the
close
of
the
seventeenth
century,
when
digging
away
a
part
of
a
bank
in
his
garden
for
the
purpose
of
As
a
proof
of
this,
Charlemagne
had
three
or
four
wives,
and
many
concubines.
p.
160.
In
Malwa,
once
a
powerful
kingdom
of
India,
a
mother,
to
cap-
tives.
Gibbon.
divine
belief
of
the
immortality
of
the
soul.
St.
Stephen,
in
his
argument
with
of
all
ranks,
the
by
two
-^Ethiops
j
and
afterwards,
mentioning
Great Brit.
off
their
scalps,
and
make
brave
warriors,
decided
their
rivalry
by
giving
his
p.
232.
The
ancient
British
name
of
Selwood
was
Coit-mawr,
the
great
wood.
END
OF
THE
DEVOTED
ONE.
the
Mason's
soul.
ELEVENTH CENTURY.
Time to
downy gold,
them
feed,
is
a
lady,
who
OSMOND.
Forward
child,
)
jewelled
trappings
clad,
your
love-devices,
could I find
Must,
;
blossoms
rudely
shook
From
Hope's
fair
tree
by
the
tempestuous
blast
?
life-blood
of
my
sternest
foes.
right,
Sovereign
o'er
Christendom.
T
earth,
The
rest
to
Heaven's
vicegerency
belong.
T2
to
arraign
or
judge
His
holy
herald,
his
anointed
bishop,
master,
let
KING.
Intreat
me
not.
My
kingdom,
palace
nay,
my
very
household
Are
filled
with
pactions
that
confound
my
peace.
Treason
is
every
where.
These
English
slaves
;
:
isle
their
daring
treason ?
the
woods,
hems,
And
repetitions
endless.
Tales
should
be
at a
?
But,
no
doubt,
That
is
some
mystic
cloak,
beneath
whose
skirts
They
hide
their
fiendish
doings.
become,
And
wolves
be
its
sole
masters.
LANFRANC.
Good
my
lord,
what
from
England
fled
This
doughty
chief,
he
joined
those
savage
bands
That
guard
the
eastern
Emperor,
and
Hides
their
deformity,
as
goodly
garments
let me counsel
arrows,
winged
With
mightier
spells
than
his.
Speed,
Ivo,
hence,
Enter
Officer.
Send
messengers,
and
from
beyond
the
seas
Call
to
my
standard
every
hardy
knight
That
seeks
for
fame
in
arms,
till
I
have
filled
The
land
with
harnessed
steeds
and
mail-clad
men,
Till
her
bright
shores
with
bristled
lances
gleam,
Like
distant
billows
when
the
weary
sun
Hasteneth
to
meet
the
ocean.
Gathering
fast,
retiring
to
return
no
more,
While
on
its
golden
brows
the
evening
sheds
Her
sun-departing
splendours.
END
OF
THE
FIRST
ACT.
About
the
flowery
fields
u2
;
for
I
protest
Who
breathless,
motionless,
and
voiceless
lies
With
marbled
limbs
entranced,
and
yet
awake
To
all
the
scenes
of
sadness
voice
Yet,
ungrateful,
thou
Art
coy
and
cold,
and
ever
weeping
tears
Like
a
November
cloud.
they
closely
cling.
Vain
dotard
all
antipathies
shall
meet
In
cordial
union,
thunder
and
lone
silence,
Sunshine
and
deepest
night
together
dwell,
help
me,
Heaven
I
have
no
friend
but
Thee.
my
money-boughten
slave,
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