THE BRIDE: A DRAMA.
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JUAN.
Hath laid its high commission on my soul
Here to arrest thee on thy fatal way.
RASINGA.
JUAN.
[Rasinga crosses the bridge and re-appears below.]
RASINGA.
To this fair land again.—But thou shrink'st back,
Casting on me looks of upbraiding sorrow:
With thee I may not lordly rights assert;
What is thy pleasure?
JUAN.
Loaded with chains, like a vile criminal,
Is he the noble Samarkoon, thy brother?
RASINGA.
He, who once wore them with fair specious seeming,
Is now extinct to honour, base and treacherous.