Sleep while thee may.
Bert.—These words do, indeed, thrill my bosom with strange emotions. Woman, speak more plainly, and tell me why those sounds thus agitate my inmost soul, and what ideas they are that thus darkly throng upon my mind at hearing them.
Meg.—
Listen youth, to words of power;
Swiftly comes the rightful hour!
They who did thee scathe and wrong,
Shall pay their deeds by death ere long.
The dark shall be light, and the wrong made right,
And Bertram’s right, and Bertram’s might,
Shall meet on Ellangowan’s height!