_Elliot_ [_aside_].--Now fleet destruction seize the
lynx-eyed fiend--
Trapped in the moment that insured success!
Thank fate--my dagger's left!--she has a son!
_Lady Seton_.--Go, worthless recreant, and in thickest fight
Blot out thy guilty purpose: know thy life
Depends on this day's daring; and its deeds
And wounds alone, won in the onset's brunt,
Secures my silence.
_Elliot_.--You wrong me, noble lady.
_Lady Seton_.--Away! I'll hear thee not, nor let my ears
List to the accents of a traitor's tongue. [_Exit_ ELLIOT.
SCENE III.--_An Apartment in_ KING EDWARD'S _Tent._
_Enter_ EDWARD _and_ PERCY.
_Edward_.--Well, my Lord Percy, thou hast made good speed.
What say these haughty burghers to our clemency?
_Percy_.--In truth, your Grace, they are right _haughty_
burghers.
One wondrous civil gentleman proposed
To write his answer on your servant's tongue--
Using his sword as clerks might do a quill--
Then thrust it on an arrow for a post-boy!
_Edward_.--Such service he shall meet. What said their
governor?
_Percy_.--Marry! the old boy said I was no gentleman,
And bade me read my answer in the eyes
Of--Heaven defend me!--such a squalid crew!
One looked like death run from his winding sheet;
Another like an ague clothed in rags;
A third had something of the human form,
But every bone was cursing at its fellow.
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