Worthy. Behold! He comes! he comes!
Enter Aylmere.
Lacy. Thank Heaven! thou’rt free!
Aylmere, (laughs.) Ay, once more free! within my grasp a sword,
And round me freemen! Free! as is the storm
About your hills; the surge upon your shore!
Free as the sunbeams on the chainless air;
Or as the stream that leaps the precipice,
And in eternal thunder, shouts to Heaven,
That it is free, and will be free forever!