Page:Miscellaneous Plays 1.pdf/448

428

Widow of Constantine; I come not here In the stern spirit of a conqu'ror. The slaughter of your people, by my order, Is stopp'd; and to your bravely fallen lord I have decreed such fun'ral obsequies As suits a valiant warrior and a king. Othus, and brave Rodrigo, and those men Who to the last their master's corpse defended, I have with honour grac'd.—Lacks there aught still That, from the dark cloud which so deeply shades That awful beauty, one approving ray Might softly draw? Speak, and it shall be done.

Ask aught from thee!

Yes, whatsoe'er thou wilt: For now too well I feel I have no power That can oppose thy will.

I give you thanks: I have a thing to ask.

Name it, and it is granted.