This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 Excerpt: ...In this beleaguer'd camp? or are you here Of your own will? You pleased to send for me. By Venus, 'tis a pity I knew not Your plight before, and, by her son, I swear To do you every service you can ask. What would the fairest--? Erminia. Albert, will you swear? Albert. I have. Well? Erminia. Albert, you have fame to ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 Excerpt: ...In this beleaguer'd camp? or are you here Of your own will? You pleased to send for me. By Venus, 'tis a pity I knew not Your plight before, and, by her son, I swear To do you every service you can ask. What would the fairest--? Erminia. Albert, will you swear? Albert. I have. Well? Erminia. Albert, you have fame to lose. If men, in court and camp, lie not outright, You should be, from a thousand, chosen forth To do an honest deed. Shall I confide--? Albert. Aye, anything to me, fair creature. Do; Dictate my task. Sweet woman, --Erminia. Truce with that. You understand me not; and, in your speech, I see how far the slander is abroad. Without proof could you think me innocent? Albert. Lady, I should rejoice to know you so. Erminia. If you have any pity for a maid Suffering a daily death from evil tongues; Any compassion for that Emperor's niece Who, for your bright sword and clear honesty, Lifted you from the crowd of common men Into the lap of honour, --save me, knight! Albert. How? Make it clear; if it be possible, I, by the banner of Saint Maurice, swear To right you. Erminia. Possible!--Easy. O my heart! This letter's not so soil'd but you may read it;--Possible! There--that letter! Read--read it. Gives Aim a letter. Albert (reading). "To the Duke Conrad.--Forget the threat you made at parting and I will forget to send the Emperor letters and papers of yours I have become possessed of. His life is no trifle to me; his death you shall find none to yourself." (Speaks to himself: ) 'Tisme--my life that's pleaded for! (Reads.) "He, for his own sake, will be dumb as the grave. Erminia has my shame fix'd upon her, sure as a wen. We are safe. Auranthe." A she-devil! A dragon! I her imp! Fire of hell! Auranthe--lewd demon! Where got you this? Wh...
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