Farewell!——if he be dear to thee, remember.
[Exit Count.
Aust. If he be dear to me! my vital blood!
Image of her, my soul delighted in,
Again she lives in thee! Yes, 'twas that voice,
That kindred look, rais'd such strong instinct here,
And kindled all my bosom at thy danger.
Theod. But must we bear to be thus tamely coop'd
By such insulting, petty despotism?
I look to my unguarded side in vain;