Lame and not lame, and leaning on his arm!
The stroke darts through me like an adder's sting,
Though but so slightly given.
Re-enter Guzman with Maurice.
GUZMAN.
If we may be so bold. The fairy cave
Is a short ride from hence, the day is cool,
And we will wait thy pleasure.
MAURICE.
ROMIERO.
MAURICE.
On such a day as this, when the blue waves
Heaving and sinking in the sunny gleam,
Show all the changes of their crisped sides
Like the seam'd foldings of a silken robe;
When every sea-bird is upon the wing
Skimming and diving for his finny prey;
When distant vessels, tacking to the breeze,
Seem dames whose snowy kirtles are stretch'd out
To the slow measure of some courtly dance;—
On such a day as this to stay at home
In gloomy chambers pent