Mat. No, my son : Tho' in this solitude I have conceal'd thee, Of some auspicious hour, when I might shew thee Mont. I own the cause, And know how watchfully this hungry vulture Of awful preparation.-Pass to-morrow !- Mont. Avert the sad, ill-omen'd word! Thou shalt not name it: my great father's spirit arm, Ere mine can strike, shall lay the murderer low. Mat. Thy father stirs within thee: hark! thinks I hear the shrieks of his unburied ghost, me Screaming for vengeance.--Oh, support, defend me ! See where he gleams, he bursts upon my sight! 'Tis he! 'tis he! I clasp him to my heart; My hero! my Saint Valori! my husband! 1 [Embraces him. Enter GYFFORD unseen; starts. Gyf. Husband! oh fatal word! undone for ever! The very armour my Saint Valori wore, And clap her wings exulting: from that shield sion? Gyf. A noble messenger from Henry's court Is landed on the isle. Mat. From the king, say'st thou ? Gyf. A runner of his train, whose utmost speed Mat. Did you not enquire His master's name and title? Gyf. Lord De Courci. Mat. A generous and right noble lord he is : Our Normandy boasts not a worthier baron, Nor one affianc'd to our house more kindly : Prepare to give him welcome.-Follow me. [Exit with Montgomeri. Gyf. Yes, to destruction, for that way thou lead'st. Husband!-her husband! her Saint Valori! It cannot be.- Without the church's rites Wed him she could not; to conceal those rites, What must I think -That he is yet her husband Embracing too!-Oh mortal stab to honour! O shame, shame, shame! that I shou'd live to see it. Enter SAINT VALORI hastily. St. Val. What hast thou seen? my mind is on the rack: Thou'st been in conference with thy lady; speak!If thou hast aught discover'd that affects My honour, tell it. Gyf. Hard task you enjoin; Wou'd rather I were in my grave, than living To utter what I've seen. St. Val. Nay, no evasion. Gyf. For the world's worth I would not with my knowledge Add or diminish of the truth one tittle. St. Val. Gyfford, as thou shalt render up the truth To the great Judge of hearts, say what thou know'st Of my unhappy wife; nor more nor less, Gyf. I surpris'd Her and Montgomeri heart to heart embracing St. Val. Death! Heart to heart embracing!-Woman, woman! Gyf. Fond and entranc'd within his arms she lay; Then with uplifted rapturous eyes exclaim'd, My hero! my Saint Valori! my husband!" St. Val. Husband! reflect.-Art sure she call'd him husband? Gyf. If there be faith in man, I've spoke the truth. St. Val. Why then the truth is out, and all is past: I have no more to ask. Gyf. Hear me with favour; I'll not abuse the licence of old age And faithful service with too many words. St. Val. What canst thou tell me I have one within That is my monitor: not unprepar'd I meet this fatal stroke, nor with revilings Gyf. Tho' to the sure conviction of my senses St. Val. Hah! not wedded? Perish the man who dares to breathe a doubt Of her unspotted chastity: not wedded ! Yet heart to heart embracing! dreadful thought!— Death in his direst shape approach me rather Than that dishonest doubt! Gyf. Wou'd I had died Ere I had seen this day! St. Val. Wretch that I am, Why was I snatch'd from slaughter? why deliver'd Gyf. Such is the will of Heaven! For me, thus old, St. Val. No more of this: you've heard my last complaint; For I must soon put off these monkish weeds, And what a consecrated knight should do, Fitting the Cross he wears, that must be done.- Gyf. I think she will; for now The Lord De Courci, from King Henry sent, |