RICH. Adrien!
Familiar!—Go, child; no,—not that way;—wait
In the tapestry chamber; I will join you,—go.
JULIE. His brows are knit; I dare not call him
father! But I must speak. Your Eminence—
RICH. (sternly). Well, girl!
JULIE. Nay,
Smile on me—one smile more; there, now I'm happy.
Do not rank Mauprat with your foes; he is not,
I know he is not; he loves France too well.
RICH. Not rank De Mauprat with my foes?
So be it.
I'll blot him from that list.
JULIE. That's my own father. [Exit JULIE.
Sir Edward Lytton Bulwer.
* * * * *
"DIOS TE GUARDE."
FROM THE SPANISH.
God keep thee safe, my dear,
From every harm,
Close in the shelter of
His mighty arm!
So, when thou must look out
Over earth's noise and rout
May thy calm soul be free
From all alarm.