RODERICK

I do assure your grace The Austrian and the duke of Saxony By true report of pilgrimss at my cell From either of there courts set hetherward Some six days since. It is that gentleman. I will go on before my gracious Lord. Last night this roof covered the sacred heads Of five most noble, fair, and gracious Princes, Duke Ferdinand himself, and Otho his nephew, The sons of Saxon, and he Austrian Princess. Pardon great prince: are you the Austrian duke? Who traueleth so late? who knocks so hard? Turn to the east end of the Chapel, pray; We are ready to attend you. There is no way to Dantzike you can find Without a guide thus late, come near I pray, I hope great Princes, neither of you dare Commit a deed so sacrilegious: This holy cell Is dedicated to the son of peace; The foot of war never profaned this floor, Nor does wrath here with his cons ming voice Affright these buildings; charity with prayer, Humility with abstinence combined, Are here the guardians of a grieved mind. Rodorick is not as you report him sir, Nor did he ere belie Duke Ferdinand. Who I? I spoke not with them, He is, and heir apparent to Duke Ferdinan Sir since you are content, you here shall find, A sparing supper, but a bounteous mind: Bade lodging, but a heart as free, and generous, As that which is fed with generous blood, I herd so much my Lords, but that report Was purely feigned, spread by my erring tongue, As double as my heart, when I was young I am that Rodorick that aspired your throne; That vile false brother who with rebel breath, Drawn sword, and treacherous heart threatened your death I thank your Highness; I will think on it: But for my sins this sufferance is more fit. Please your Graces enter, I know the servants that attend one me By the appointment of Duke Ferdinand By this have covered. O strange conjecture! what should move this Prince To charge me with such horrid cruelty? Ther's life in Lucibell, for I feel A breath, more odoriferous then balm Thirl through the coral pora S of her lips, Apparent signs of life, her pu ses beat; O if I could but yet recover her, Would satisfy the State of Austria, That else would be disturbed for want of heirs Heaven be propitious, guide my artless hand, To preserve fainting life in this clear form. Grant this thou soul of all Divinity, And I will strive what ever mortal may To serve thee on my knees both night and day. Tarry Prince Otho and see their bodies balmed, Kneel still, I p ay. Yes lovely madam, pray be patient. Would I might never live in no worse state; For contemplation is the path to heaven. My new conversing in the world is proved Luckless and full of sorrow; fare-ye-well My heavens, alone, all company seems hell. I herd of it too soon, and come too late. But Lucibella Like a chased hind Flys through the thickets, and neglects the briers, After her runs your Princely son Mathias, As much disturbed, though not so much distract, Vowing to follow her, and if he can, Defend her from despairing actions. Nor I. Stand aside, she comes, let her not escape us now. I never knew any, and these bones are green, This less anatomy hath not hung long The bigger, by the moss and dryness seems Of more coutinuance. This is some Cave, let's boldly enter in, And learn the mystery of that sad sighed, Come Lady, guide us in, yond know the way. Stand close, I pray, my heart divines, Some strange and horrid act will be revealed. Most admirable! Oh Heaven. Do I pray. True, it's to put on open arms. No, she's recovered from death's violence; But through her wounds and grief distract of sense. I am sure you know. Hast thou not told him, what we do intend?