SCENE VII.

POLONIA. -- LUIS.

POLONIA [aside] (Now with mind made up I come.)

Luis, an occasion offers

Ever as the test and touchstone

Of true love. By certain knowledge

Have I learned the imminent danger

Of thy life. The wrath grows hotter

Of my father, and his fury

To evade is most important.

All the guards that here are with thee

Has my liberal hand suborned,

So that at the clink of gold

Have their ears grown deaf and torpid.

Fly! and that thou mayest see

How a woman's heart can prompt her,

How her honour she can trample,

How her self-respect leave prostrate,

With thee I will go, since now

It is needful that henceforward

I in life and death am thine,

For without thee life were worthless,

Thou who in my heart dost live.

I bring with me gems and money

Quite enough to the most distant

Parts of India to transport us,

Where the sun with beams and shadows

Scatters frost, or burning scorches.

At the door two steeds are standing,

I should rather call these horses

Two swift lynxes, air-born creatures,

Thoughts by liveliest minds begotten;

They so rapid are, that though

We as fugitives fly on them,

An assurance of our safety

We shall feel. At once resolve then.

Why thus ponder? what delays thee?

Time is pressing, therefore shorten

All discourse; and that mischance,

Which disturbs love's plans so often,

May not offer an obstruction

To so well-prepared a project,

First before thee I will go.

Issue, while in specious converse

I divert thy guards, and give

To thy coming forth a cover.

Even the sun our project favours,

Which amid the west waves yonder,

Sinking, dips his golden curls

To refresh his glowing forehead.

[Exit.

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