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A TRAGEDY.
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A goodly cross erected. Thither we,
At his year's mind, in sad and solemn guise,
Proceed to chant our holy dirge, and offer
Due intercession for his soul's repose.
At his year's mind, in sad and solemn guise,
Proceed to chant our holy dirge, and offer
Due intercession for his soul's repose.
EDMUND.
'Tis fitly done. And dar'd a voice profane
Join in the chorus of your holy office,
Myself would kneel for Narbonne's peace.
'Tis fitly done. And dar'd a voice profane
Join in the chorus of your holy office,
Myself would kneel for Narbonne's peace.
MARTIN.
Young sir,
It glads my soul to hear such pious breathings
From one, whose occupation rarely scans
The distance 'twixt enjoyment and the tomb.
Say, didst thou know the count?
Young sir,
It glads my soul to hear such pious breathings
From one, whose occupation rarely scans
The distance 'twixt enjoyment and the tomb.
Say, didst thou know the count?
EDMUND.
I knew his son.
I knew his son.
MARTIN.
Count Edmund? Where sojourns he?
Count Edmund? Where sojourns he?
EDMUND.
In the grave.
In the grave.
MARTIN.
Is Edmund dead? Say, how?
Is Edmund dead? Say, how?
EDMUND.
He fell at Buda:
And not to his dishonour.
He fell at Buda:
And not to his dishonour.
MARTIN.
(Welcome sounds! [Aside.
I must know more of this)—Proceed, my children;
Short of the cross I'll overtake your steps.
(Welcome sounds! [Aside.
I must know more of this)—Proceed, my children;
Short of the cross I'll overtake your steps.
ORPHAN GIRL.
Oh! father, but I dare not pass without you
By the church-porch. They say the count sits there,
Oh! father, but I dare not pass without you
By the church-porch. They say the count sits there,
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