Page:Passions 2.pdf/181

Rh

''Eth. (repeating indignantly as they go off)'' Long live the King, and long live noble Ethwald! Fie on the stupid clowns, that did not join The gen'rous Edward's name! (to Ethw. who is standing looking earnestly after the Princess) What dost thou gaze on?

Ethw. The princess look'd behind her as she went.

Eth. And what is that to thee? When wert thou last to see the lovely Bertha?

''Ethw. (hesitating)'' I cannot reckon it unto the day— Some moons ago.

Eth. Some moons! the moon in her wide course shines not Upon a maid more lovely.

Ethw. I know it well.

Eth. Thou dost.

''Ethw. (after a pause, looking attentively to Eth. who stands muttering to himself)'' Methinks thou holdest converse with thyself.

''Eth. (speaking aloud, as if he continued to talk to himself)'' She steps upon the flowery bosom'd earth, As tho' it were a foot-cloth, fitly spread