Page:Passions 2.pdf/155

Rh

Sig. Welcome, brave Selred! welcome all thy band! How far are they behind for whom we watch?

Sel. Two little miles or less. Methinks ere this Their van should be in sight. My messenger inform'd you?

Sig.Oh, he did!

Sel. Where is my father?

Sig. He rests within, spent with a fearful joy, And silent tears steal down his furrow'd cheeks.

Sel. I must confer with him. The king intends To stop and do him honour on his march, But enters not our walls. (Exeunt into the castle.

SCENE III. ''A chamber in the castle. Enter Sigurtha and Bertha, speaking as they enter.''

Berth. Nay, Mother, say not so; was he not wont, If but returning from the daily chace, To send an upward glance unto that tower? There well he knew, or late or cold the hour, His eye should find me.

Sig. My gentle Bertha, be not thus disturb'd, Such busy scenes, such new unlook'd-for things Ruffle the flowing stream of habit; men Will then forgetful seem, tho' not unkind.

Berth. Think'st thou? (shaking her head) I saw him by his sov'reign stand,