Thy nobler heart shall not again be wrung.
But what can now be done? O'er such wild ravings,
There must be some controul.
Theo. O none! none, none! but gentle sympathy
And watchfulness of love.
My noble Orra!
Wander where'er thou wilt; thy vagrant steps
Shall follow'd be by one, who shall not weary,
Nor e'er detach him from his hopeless task;
Bound to thee now as fairest, gentlest beauty
Could ne'er have bound him.
Al. See how she gazes on him with a look,
Subsiding gradually.to softer sadness,
Half saying that she knows him.
El. There is a kindness in her changing eye.
Yes, Orra, 'tis the valiant Theobald,
Thy knight and champion, whom thou gazest on,
Or. The brave are like the brave; so should it be.
He was a goodly man—a noble knight.
Yet they have laid thy clay in unblest earth—
Shame! shame! not with the still'd and holy dead.
This shall be rectified; I'll find it out;
And masses shall be said for thy repose;
Thou shalt not troop with these.
