Ast! So much the more delicious task to watch Mildred revive: to pluck
out, thorn by thorn, All traces of the rough forbidden path My rash love
lured her to! Each day
Some fear of hers effaced, some hope renewed: Then there will be
surprises, unforeseen Delights in store. I'll not regret the past. [_The
light is placed above in the purple pane._ And see, my signal rises,
Mildred's star! I never
saw it lovelier than now It rises for the last time. If it sets, 'Tis
that the re-assuring sun may dawn. [_As he prepares to ascend the last
tree of the avenue, TRESHAM arrests his arm._ Unhand me--peasant, by
Here's gold. 'Twas a mad freak of mine. I said I'd pluck
A branch from the white-blossomed shrub beneath The casement there. Take
this, and hold your peace.
_Tresham._ Into the moonlight yonder, come with me! Out of the shadow!
_Mertoun._ I am armed, fool! _Tresham._ Yes, Or no? You'll come into the
light, or no? My hand is on your throat--refuse!-- _Mertoun._ That
voice! Where have I heard ...
no--that was mild and slow. I'll come with you. [_They advance._
_Tresham._ You're armed: that's well. Declare Your name: who are you?
_Mertoun._ (Tresham!--she is lost!) _Tresham._ Oh, silent? Do you know,
you bear yourself Exactly as, in curious dreams I've had How felons,
this wild earth is full of,
look When they're detected, still your kind has looked! The bravo holds