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Bust. Yet it was nobly done of both parts,
Jul. Oh, death has parted them !
Bust. Runs Antonio Quite through.
Jul. Oh, villain!
Bust. Quite through, between the arm And the body, so that he had no hurt at that bout.
Jul. Goodness be prais'd!
Bust. But then, at next encounter,
Jul. Oh, now thou art lost!
gentlemen, Both Spanish Christians yet one man to shed
Jul. Say his enemy's blood.
By divers casualties, though he never go
he is gone. Bust. But all this is nothing,-now I come to the
point.. Jul. Ay, the point that's deadly; the ancient
blow Over the buckler ne'er went half so deep.
Bust. Yet pity bids me keep in my charity; For me to pull an old man's ears from his headWith telling of a tale. Oh, foul tale! no, be silent,
Of my receiving it; kill me that way,
Bust. Alas, Sir, I know nothing but that Antonio Is a man of God's making to this hour; 'Tis not two since I left him so.
Jul. Where didst thou leave him?
Jul. Does he live?
Bust. He may have a cut i' the leg by this time, For don Martino and he were at whole slashes.
Jul. Met he not with Lisauro ?
Jul. Didst thou not discourse
Bust. Ay, to myself:
Jul. Didst thou lie then?
Bust. That he sent me to tell you within these Ten days at farthest.
Jul. Ten days! he's not wont To be absent two. Bust. Nor I think he will not. He said he would
be at home To-morrow; but I love to speak within My compass.
Jul. You shall speak within mine, Sir, now. Within there! take this fellow into custody. Keep him safe, I charge you.
[Enter Servants. Bust. Safe, do you hear; take notice What plight you find me in. If there want but a
Jul. If my nephew
first, I'd rather eat oats than hay.
EDITH PLEADING FOR THE LIFE OF HER FATHER.
FROM THE TRAGEDY OF ROLLO DUKE OF NORMANDY..
Persons of the scene.--Rollo, Duke of Normandy; Hamond, Cap
tain of the Guard; Baldwin, Tutor of the Prince; Edith, Baldwin's Daughter. Rollo. Go, take this dotard here (pointing to Bald
win), and take his head
Off with a sword.
Ham, Your schoolmaster? ; Rollo, Even he.
Bald. For teaching thee no better : 'tis the best Of all thy damned justices. Away! Captain, I'll follow,
Edith. O stay there, Duke, And, in the midst of all thy blood and fury, Hear a poor maid's petition-hear a daughter, The only daughter of a wretched father! Oh! stay your haste, as I shall need your mercy.
Rollo. 'Away with this fond woman!
Edith. You must hear me,
Rollo. Away with him!
Edith. Oh, Captain, by thy manhood, By her soft soul that bare thee I do confess, Sir, Your doom of justice on your foes most righteous. Good, noble Prince, look on me.
Rollo. Take her from me.
Edith. A curse upon his life that hinders me! May father's blessing never fall upon him! May heav'n ne'er hear his prayers! I beseech youO Sir, these tears beseech you—these chaste hands
woo you, That never yet were heav'd but to things holy, Things like yourself, You are a god above us,