the outlaw.
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Or, in this same apartment, sitting and listening to my nurse's tales,
With wondering ears and open mouth'd surprise
At each wild legend.
Seems it so long since that gay childish era?
Alas! the boy has merged into the man,
Grown old in recklessness and sin,—
Hah! who disturbs me? is it thou, Amelia?
With wondering ears and open mouth'd surprise
At each wild legend.
Seems it so long since that gay childish era?
Alas! the boy has merged into the man,
Grown old in recklessness and sin,—
Hah! who disturbs me? is it thou, Amelia?
Enter Amelia, agitated.
Ame. My lord, my lord! haste, haste!
Your dying father calls on his son, hopeless of seeing him!
Grief hath preyed heavily on his aged heart;
I found him senseless by my lady's corpse;
Assistance came at my shrill screams;
We bore him to his chamber,
Called in the leech, who shook his head and sighing,
Took his station aside his highness' bed.
All hope is o'er; thy father, weeping, calls upon his child,
Your dying father calls on his son, hopeless of seeing him!
Grief hath preyed heavily on his aged heart;
I found him senseless by my lady's corpse;
Assistance came at my shrill screams;
We bore him to his chamber,
Called in the leech, who shook his head and sighing,
Took his station aside his highness' bed.
All hope is o'er; thy father, weeping, calls upon his child,
