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the outlaw.
Sunk he beneath the blow?
Alas! I fear his aged heart is broken.
Ame. Age hath no heart to break; yet, in his countenance,
I saw a calm so desolate, my lord Helvetio,
The most clam'rous grief were nought to it.
Hel. Can I then break upon his solitude—
Disturbing, with new grief, his mourning soul?
No, no; I may not—dare not: I will remain concealed
'Till time hath given balm to his sad heart.
Go thou, Amelia, comfort my old father.
Ame. I go, my lord;
Should'st thou have need of ought, touch this small bell;
'Twill bring one quickly to thee who may be trusted. [Exit Amelia.
Hel. Once more an inmate in my father's halls!
How throbs my breast with an unknown tumult!
How oft I've passed my childish days
In roving through these wide halls;
Alas! I fear his aged heart is broken.
Ame. Age hath no heart to break; yet, in his countenance,
I saw a calm so desolate, my lord Helvetio,
The most clam'rous grief were nought to it.
Hel. Can I then break upon his solitude—
Disturbing, with new grief, his mourning soul?
No, no; I may not—dare not: I will remain concealed
'Till time hath given balm to his sad heart.
Go thou, Amelia, comfort my old father.
Ame. I go, my lord;
Should'st thou have need of ought, touch this small bell;
'Twill bring one quickly to thee who may be trusted. [Exit Amelia.
Hel. Once more an inmate in my father's halls!
How throbs my breast with an unknown tumult!
How oft I've passed my childish days
In roving through these wide halls;
