RAYNER.
Thou gentle soul! a dark cloud o'er thee hangs,
But the sun will again break thro' the gloom,
And, in the soberness of calm remembrance,
Thou wilt look back upon misfortunes past
Like tempests that are laid. Thou dost not heed me:
Thou dost not speak to me. Alas! Alas!
What shall I say to thee?
I've lov'd thee well, and would have lov'd thee long,
Had it so been—But thou shalt be belov'd!
Heaven will take charge of thee when I'm at rest:
The kindly and the good shall be thy kindred,
(Putting her hand in Hardibrand's.)
And ev'ry sorrowful and gentle heart
Shall knit itself to thee, and call thee sister.
(Elizabeth makes a motion with her hand as if she would speak, and he pauses, but she is silent.)
MARDONIO.
RAYNER.
Need'st thou to tell me how thou'st dearly lov'd me,
And dearly do I prize it; 'tis my pride,
