Fear not for me--I shall not feel the piercing cold; for in
that man, whose heart beats warmly for his fellow creatures, the blood
circulates with freedom--My food shall be what few of the pampered sons
of greatness can boast of, the luscious bread of independence; and the
opiate, that brings me sleep, will be the recollection of the day passed
in innocence.
_Sir Philip._ Noble boy!--Oh Blandford!
_Henry._ Ah!
_Sir Philip._ What have I said?
_Henry._ You called me Blandford.
_Sir Philip._ 'Twas error--'twas madness.
_Henry._ Blandford! a thousand hopes and fears rush on my heart.
Disclose to me my birth--be it what it may, I am your slave for ever.
Refuse me, you create a foe, firm and implacable as----
_Sir Philip._ Ah! am I threatened? Do not extinguish the spark of pity
my breast is warmed with.
_Henry._ I will not. Oh! forgive me.
_Sir Philip._ Yes, on one condition--leave me.--Ah! some one approaches.
Begone, I insist--I entreat.
_Henry._ That word has charmed me! I obey: Sir Philip, you may hate, but
you shall respect, me. [_Exit.
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