Valeria and other poems . lous thoughts. The world is wide to roam in, and afar My soul shall find content. Deny me not A little time to purge away this grief That stains my friendship with disloyalty. The love so grave a thing to you as well?Yes — you shall have the passports. See the world,And bring us news of it. Florimond. When I returnA heart reborn to freedom and true faithShall thank you fitly. [Exit the King and train; and, at a sign from Florimond, thefollowers of the Cardinal.] 1 am yours. This hourMy soul is turned to steel. Cardinal. A Vancua! shall not stand ag
Valeria and other poems . lous thoughts. The world is wide to roam in, and afar My soul shall find content. Deny me not A little time to purge away this grief That stains my friendship with disloyalty. The love so grave a thing to you as well?Yes — you shall have the passports. See the world,And bring us news of it. Florimond. When I returnA heart reborn to freedom and true faithShall thank you fitly. [Exit the King and train; and, at a sign from Florimond, thefollowers of the Cardinal.] 1 am yours. This hourMy soul is turned to steel. Cardinal. A Vancua! shall not stand again upon this groundTill I can throttle them. We will go hence —To-morrow be it! He has granted me 87 Arms for his ruin. From the distant hillsFreedom shall call her forces. When these tyrantsWalk most securely under azure skiesA storm shall burst upon them, and my handShall hurl the thunderbolt against their throne. hear thy fathers voice in thine be the blessed march of liberty! \Ciirtain.^ 83. ACT III [Scene.— The antechamber of the Princess Valeria. Enter theCaptain of the Kings Guards with Florimond, who is soiled andstained with travel. Three months elapse between Acts III.] are too bold, my lord. Florimond. What should I fear?This is a house of bats. The rising sunBut strikes them blind. Captain. The sun has not yet risen,And they are on the watch. Why did you comeWhen any messenger would do as well ? be of use, Rinaldo. Do not have seen the king and sugared him with wordsTill his soul soaks in sweet content. Besides, 91 He is a phantom; who would touch me nowAt his command? Captain. Not I, my lord. And yetAre we prepared for disobedience? the last banner. Not a man but knowsHis part in the play, and strains his eager earTo catch the first glad call of liberty. Captain,And when will she awake? Florimond. To-morrow come to give the signal. Captain. God be thanked!T is worth a score of
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