Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 4

by Robert Bridges

2nd.I fear.

’Tis now more dread than ever. The cries have ceased.

Pen. Hush, hark—ay, all is still. Look forth, I say.

Re-enter Tel., Eum., and neatherd.

My son, my son, thou livest.

Tel.Thou art here! thou knowest?

Pen. What means this fight? what hath been done?

Tel.Thou knowest not?

The robbers are all slain.

Pen.All slain!