THE BRIDE: A DRAMA.
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Will be asunder torn. My house is humble;
No gay and costly treasures deck its walls;
But I am young, unmarried, and my heart
Shall be thine own, whilst thou reign'st mistress here,
As shares the lion's mate his forest cave,
In proud equality. Thou smilest at this;
And it doth please thy fancy;—yea, a tear
Falls on that smiling cheek: yes, thou art mine.
BRIDE.
SAMARKOON.
And speak them yet again with that sweet voice
Which makes my heart dance in its glowing cell.
FIRST ATTENDANT (advancing to Samarkoon).
She has much need of quiet repose. I pray,
On her behalf let this be granted to her.
BRIDE (to First Attendant).
I thank thee, nurse! (To Samarkoon.) My lord, I would retire.
SAMARKOON.
Thy word or wish commands myself and mine.
[Exit.