Pama. In God's name, sir, what if the Princess find us?
C. Wal. Ay--for her sake. But put that name on me again, as you do
on every good Catholic who will not be your slave and puppet, and if
thou goest home with ears and nose, there is no hot blood in
Germany.
[They move towards the cottage.]
Con. [alone]. Were I as once I was, I could revenge:
But now all private grudges wane like mist
In the keen sunlight of my full intent;
And this man counts but for some sullen bull
Who paws and mutters at unheeding pilgrims
His empty wrath: yet let him bar my path,
Or stay me but one hour in my life-purpose,
And I will fell him as a savage beast,
God's foe, not mine. Beware thyself, Sir Count!
[Exit. The Counts return from the Cottage.]
C. Pama. Shortly she will return; here to expect her
Is duty both, and honour. Pardon me--
Her humours are well known here? Passers by
Will guess who 'tis we visit?
C. Wal. Very likely.
C. Pama. Well, travellers see strange things--and do them too.
Hem! this turf-smoke affects my breath: we might
Draw back a space.
C. Wal.
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