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the outlaw.
SCENE V.—A cave.
Oscar and Alberto in conversation
Alber. This eve, thou said'st?
Oscar. Ay, ay, this very eve.
The storm is hush'd—all nature is combined
To give his love a hearing!
See how that star twinkles, as if it winked to us and said—
My friends, I see it all, but keep a lover's secret.
Thy wife is passing fair, my lord,—
Accomplished in all that doth become
A noble lady well; but she lacks discretion:
That rare costly gift hath been withheld
So fair a casket. Pity 'tis, indeed,
It holds not the rich gem.
Know you her lover? He wears a manly brow,
Embrown'd by foreign sun's; a bold demeanour;
Eye that hath the softness of the dove,
With the brave eagle's glance.
Alber. Enough; or I shall think thee some poor trader.
Vaunting thy goods.
Oscar. Ay, ay, this very eve.
The storm is hush'd—all nature is combined
To give his love a hearing!
See how that star twinkles, as if it winked to us and said—
My friends, I see it all, but keep a lover's secret.
Thy wife is passing fair, my lord,—
Accomplished in all that doth become
A noble lady well; but she lacks discretion:
That rare costly gift hath been withheld
So fair a casket. Pity 'tis, indeed,
It holds not the rich gem.
Know you her lover? He wears a manly brow,
Embrown'd by foreign sun's; a bold demeanour;
Eye that hath the softness of the dove,
With the brave eagle's glance.
Alber. Enough; or I shall think thee some poor trader.
Vaunting thy goods.
