He told me once--one night,
When we did sit in the garden--What was I saying?
Wal. My fairest Princess, as ambassador,
What shall I answer?
Eliz. Tell him--tell him--God!
Have I grown mad, or a child, within the moment?
The earth has lost her gray sad hue, and blazes
With her old life-light; hark! yon wind's a song--
Those clouds are angels' robes.--That fiery west
Is paved with smiling faces.--I am a woman,
And all things bid me love! my dignity
Is thus to cast my virgin pride away;
And find my strength in weakness.--Busy brain!
Thou keep'st pace with my heart; old lore, old fancies,
Buried for years, leap from their tombs, and proffer
Their magic service to my new-born spirit.
I'll go--I am not mistress of myself--
Send for him--bring him to me--he is mine! [Exit.]
Isen. Ah! blessed Saints! how changed upon the moment!
She is grown taller, trust me, and her eye
Flames like a fresh-caught hind's. She that was christened
A brown mouse for her stillness! Good my Lord!
Now shall mine old bones see the grave in peace!
SCENE IV
The Bridal Feast. Elizabeth, Lewis, Sophia, and Company seated at
the Dais table.
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