rt runs over.
When my old Leader slipped into the flood
And perished, what a piercing outcry you
Sent after him. I have loved you ever since.
You start--where are we?

MARMADUKE Oh, there is no danger;
The cold blast struck me.

HERBERT
'Twas a foolish question.

MARMADUKE But when you were an Outcast?--Heaven is just;
Your piety would not miss its due reward;
The little Orphan then would be your succour,
And do good service, though she knew it not.

HERBERT I turned me from the dwellings of my Fathers,
Where none but those who trampled on my rights
Seemed to remember me. To the wide world
I bore her, in my arms; her looks won pity;
She was my Raven in the wilderness,
And brought me food. Have I not cause to love her?

MARMADUKE Yes.

HERBERT More than ever Parent loved a Child?

MARMADUKE Yes, yes.

HERBERT I will not murmur, merciful God!
I will not murmur; blasted as I have been,
Thou hast left me ears to hear my Daughter's voice,
And arms to fold her to my heart. Submissively
Thee I adore, and find my rest in faith.

[Enter OSWALD.]

OSWALD Herbert!--confusion! (aside).
Here it is, my Friend,
[Presents the Horn.]
A charming beverage for you to carouse,
This bitter night.

HERBERT Ha! Oswald! ten bright crosses
I would have given, not many minutes gone,
To have heard your voice.

OSWALD Your couch, I fear, good Baron,
Has been but comfortless; and yet that place,
When the tempestuous wind first drove us hither,
Felt warm as a wren's nest. You'd better turn
And under covert rest till break of day,
Or till the storm abate.
(To MARMADUKE aside.) He has restored you.
No doubt you have been nobly entertained?
But soft!--how came he forth? The Night-mare Conscience
Has driven him out of harbour?

MARMADUKE I believe