Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/447

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�COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 309 �Tis true indeed, and Lauredan's the man. �Laur. So late, and Blanfort here, amazment strikes me. �[Aside. Blan. My Lord, this visit being out of season, �In the great Masters name, I must demand For what occasion, at this hour you gave itt. �Laur. I wou'd not fight in hearing of the Queen. [Aside. Come you from him my lord with this commission, 180 �If so, to-morrow I'll inform him of itt, If not, give way, I own no other power. �Blan. No, stay my Lord, 'tis from myself I ask itt, And will be bold, or this shall force an answer. [Draws. �Laur. Take then the best reply, that this can make you. �[They fight, and Blanfort fa Us. Enter the Queen, Clar. & Ric, who supports Blan. �Queen. Oh dire misfortune, call more help Clarilla, Look up my Lord, oh ! speak and say you live, He's dead he's dead, else wou'd my voyce Have wak'd him �I know att least, itt wou'd have forc'd one sigh, 190 �If he had breath enough to have supply'd itt. �[Laur. observes the Queen all this while. �Laur. Oh! mortal sound, wou'd I were in his place. Yett hear me Madam, hear me, but a moment. �[She weeps by Blan, �Queen. Twas hearing you my Lord, drew on this ruine, Oh ! do not urge itt now, but leave the place, This fatal place, and 'ere the morning passe, I'll yett send to you. - �Laur. I know not how to understand this rightly, But will have patience, till I hear her answer. [Exit Laur. �[Enter Servants and Chirurgeon. �Queen. Oh ! Aubusson, when thou shalt hear of this, 200 How will it greive thee, to have harbour'd me, ��� �