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Sec. Th. If that no more within my op'ning gates My children and my wife shall e'er again Greet my return, or this chill'd frame again E'er feel the kindly warmth of home, so be it! His blessed will be done who ruleth all!

Her. If these nerv'd arms, full in the strength of youth, Must rot i' the earth, and all my glorious hopes To free this land, with which high beat this heart, Must be cut off i' th' midst, I bow my spirit To its Almighty Lord; I murmur not. Yet, O that it had been permitted me To have contended in that noble cause! Low must I sleep in an unnoted grave, Whilst the oppressor of my native country Riots in brave men's blood!

Eth. Peace, noble boy! he will not riot long. They shall arise, who for that noble cause, With better fortune, not with firmer hearts Than we to th' work have yoked, will bravely strive. To future heroes shall our names be known; And in our graves of turf we shall be bless'd.

Her. Well then, I'm satisfied: I'll smile in death; Yea, proudly will I smile! it wounds me not.

Eth. How, Selred? thou alone art silent here: To heaven's high wall what off'ring makest thou?

Sel. Nothing, good Ethelbert. What can a man, Little enriched with the mind's rare treasure, And of th' unrighteous turmoil of this world