ETHWALD.
ACT I.
SCENE I. A gloomy apartment in an old Saxon castle, with small grated windows very high from the ground. Edward is discovered, sitting by a table, and tracing figures with chalk upon it, which he frequently rubs out again; at last, throwing away the chalk, he fixes his eyes upon the ground, and continues for sometime in a melancholy musing posture. Enters to him the Keeper, carrying something in his hand.
Edward.
WHAT brings thee now? it surely cannot be
The time of food: my prison hours are wont
To fly more heavily.
Keep. It is not food: I bring wherewith, my Lord,
To stop a rent in these old walls, that oft
Hath griev'd me, when I've thought of you o'nights;
Thro' it the cold wind visits you,
