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ALFRED:
SCENE VIL
Emma, and other feafants.
Emma.
Ah, whither fliall we fly ?
Immortal virgin ! queen of mercy ! fave us
See, fee, my friends, they feize the lovely ftranger—
They bear her off—behold the king appears—■
My hufband too—now, heaven, defend alike
The mighty and the mean, the prince and peafant!
Two of them fall beneath our monarch’s arm
The third, my Corin—O I dare no more
Look that way—Yet I mull—The third is flain 1
O gallant (hepherd! O mod happy hour l
SCENE VIII.
Alfred, Corin,
fupporting the lady.
Alfred.
This way, brave fhepherd, from thefe clofer fliades—
Here the free air and breezy glade will roule
Her fainting fpirits-^-So—Who may fhe be ?
Perhaps, feme worthy heart at this fad moment
Akes for her fafety.
Elt. Save me, lave me, heaven ! [(he 1
Aif. Ye powers! what do I hear:—Yes—yes—’tis
My wife, my queen ! the treafure of my foul 1
Elt. My Alfred!
Alf. My Eltruda !
Elt. Can it be ?
Or is it all th’ illufiqn of my fear ?
O no : ’tis he—my lord ! my life ! my hulband!
My guardian angel Alfred.
Alf. My Eltruda !
Black horror chills me while I view the brink,
The dreadful precipice, on which we flood
ALFRED:
SCENE VIL
Emma, and other feafants.
Emma.
Ah, whither fliall we fly ?
Immortal virgin ! queen of mercy ! fave us
See, fee, my friends, they feize the lovely ftranger—
They bear her off—behold the king appears—■
My hufband too—now, heaven, defend alike
The mighty and the mean, the prince and peafant!
Two of them fall beneath our monarch’s arm
The third, my Corin—O I dare no more
Look that way—Yet I mull—The third is flain 1
O gallant (hepherd! O mod happy hour l
SCENE VIII.
Alfred, Corin,
fupporting the lady.
Alfred.
This way, brave fhepherd, from thefe clofer fliades—
Here the free air and breezy glade will roule
Her fainting fpirits-^-So—Who may fhe be ?
Perhaps, feme worthy heart at this fad moment
Akes for her fafety.
Elt. Save me, lave me, heaven ! [(he 1
Aif. Ye powers! what do I hear:—Yes—yes—’tis
My wife, my queen ! the treafure of my foul 1
Elt. My Alfred!
Alf. My Eltruda !
Elt. Can it be ?
Or is it all th’ illufiqn of my fear ?
O no : ’tis he—my lord ! my life ! my hulband!
My guardian angel Alfred.
Alf. My Eltruda !
Black horror chills me while I view the brink,
The dreadful precipice, on which we flood
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Description | Thousands of printed books from the Antiquarian Books of Scotland collection which dates from 1641 to the 1980s. The collection consists of 14,800 books which were published in Scotland or have a Scottish connection, e.g. through the author, printer or owner. Subjects covered include sport, education, diseases, adventure, occupations, Jacobites, politics and religion. Among the 29 languages represented are English, Gaelic, Italian, French, Russian and Swedish. |
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