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Shew me another path, by which I could
(Kisses her hand.) Ha, fairest! .Do you know this hair? (Enter Margaret.)
MARGARET. Here's a pretty pass ! I've lost my place! Oh dear-oh dear! Young sir, foot home. Why, what a handsome man! Oh dear-oh dear ! But Master Grimes declares you shall not stay. 'Tis three o'clock—a pretty cavalier. But you must go. Oh, how it rains. Come, Madam Iola, follow me at once. (Exit R.)
I will be with you, love, at ten o'clock.
If you deceive me,
LESTER (folding her in his arms, and kissing her). Good night, my own young love. (Exeunt-Iola R. and
Lester L.) (Grimes enters cautiously, looking around, followed by Margaret.)
Margaret-hasten to Sir William Stanton.
The pillion on the grey?
Begone! You know me well. (Exit Margaret, v. E. L. H.)
The game has grown most desperate: desperately
(Draws a dagger.)
(Noises of men trampling outside.) Hark! steps.-(Scream.—Sir William has her!
(Violent screaming-Iola's voice heard
crying for her father.) She cries! Ha-ha! I hear it not! I stop my ears. Again—Iola—stay! Again-again-Ha-ha! Hush! No noise ! All now is still. They're off to Stanton House ! Revenge is mine!
(Grimes sinks into a chair.)
SCENE I.-Before Master Grimes's house. Sun rising over the sea.
Enter LESTER and PERCY (gaily attired).
Why, what a dress have we? all silk and gold !
many places boasts some wondrous gaps; So every thing runs out. This is the door! Oh, how my fond heart beats ! Wilt please thee knock?
Sweet sir, I will :
It may be so;-of knockers I’m no judge !
Thine eyes are on a belle; so, I forgive thee !
Margʻret is not so nimble as a fawn !
Your fingers are too delicate : pray let me try. (Knocks.)
Thou two-eyed cyclop—that's a noble peal !
I think ye mun knock some toime there, gay cavaliers.
You think so ! Did you ever think before ?
All I know is, they be all gone from that ere house.
What horrid light is bursting on my mind ?
Why, this :-at four o'clock this morn, I saw a lady dragged from out that house, and mounted on a horse; then a gay knight, Sir William Stanton (for I heard his name), leaped on the horse, and, as they galloped off, I heard them say, We'll be at York to-morrow eve !
Treachery, treachery, most foul ! most murderous !
(Lester is stupified with the information.)
PERCY. Where's Master Grimes ?
I see'd him too; for first he cleared his house of that old Margaret ! then mounted on his horse, and followed them !
Which road took they ?
The road to York !
There's for thy pains.
The sunniest day doth often wake in clouds,
She is as true as light !
Then, why despair ?—Now, let us to the chase !
(Exeunt L. H.)
SCENE II.-A room in an Inn. Sir William Stanton is pacing it
in great agitation.
FROM the Royal Oak 't is fifty miles to York !
Your daughter, sir, is more composed :
SIR WILLIAM (furiously).
I pray your pardon. A gentleman, sir, would speak with you.
(Exit Landlady. Enter Grimes, in a