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THE ENGLISH MARTYRS.
Thy prayer is heard;
Follow, and I will guide thee to his cell.
Edith. Oh! stormy hour of agony and joy!
But I shall see him—I shall hear his voice!
[They go out.
SCENE II.
Another Part of the Prison.
Herbert—Edith.
Edith. Herbert, my Herbert! is it thus we meet?
Herbert. The voice of my own Edith! Can such joy
Light up this place of death? And do I feel
Thy breath of love once more upon my cheek,
And the soft floating of thy gleamy hair,
My blessed Edith? Oh! so pale! so changed!
