Or suffer! Thank kind Heaven, that I can die!"
But by a fortunate turn of affairs he escapes from his prison in season to head the decisive battle.
"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!