style="font-size:15px;"> To royal Gersa with my humble thanks,Will you send yonder knight to me?
Captain.
I will.
[Exit.
Ermina.
Yes, he was ever known to be a man
Frank, open, generous; Albert I may trust.
proof! proof! proof! Albert’s an honest man;
Not Ethelbert the monk, if he were here,
Would I hold more trustworthy. Now!
Enter ALBERT.
Albert.
Good Gods!
Lady Erminia! are you prisoner
In this beleaguer ‘d camp? Or are you here
Of your own will? You pleas’d to send for me.
By Venus, ’tis a pity I knew not
Your plight before, and, by her Son, I swear
To do you every service you can ask.
What would the fairest?
Erminia.
Albert, will you swear?
Albert.
I have. Well?
Erminia.
Albert, you have fame to lose.
If men, in court and camp, lie not outright,
You should be, from a thousand, chosen forth
To do an honest deed. Shall I confide?
Albert.
Aye, anything to me, fair creature. Do;
Dictate my task. Sweet woman,
Erminia. Truce with that.
You understand me not; and, in your speech,
see how far the slander is abroad.
Without proof could you think me innocent?
Albert.
Lady, I should rejoice to know you so.
Erminia.
If you have any pity for a maid,
Suffering a daily death from evil tongues;
Any compassion for that Emperor’s niece,
Who, for your bright sword and clear honesty,
Lifted you from the crowd of common men
Into the lap of honour; save me, knight!
Albert.
How? Make it clear; if it be possible,
I, by the banner of Saint Maurice, swear
To right you.
Erminia.
Possible! Easy. O my heart!
This letter’s not so soil’d but you may read it;
Possible! There that letter! Read read it,
[Gives him a letter.
Albert (reading). ‘To the Duke Conrad. Forget the threat you
made at parting, and I will forget to send the Emperor letters and
papers of your’s I have become possessed of. His life is no trifle to
me; his death you shall find none to yourself.’ (Speaks to himself
’Tis me my life that’s pleaded for! (Reads.) ‘He, for his
own sake, will be dumb as the grave. Erminia has my shame fix’d
upon her, sure as a wen. We are safe.
AURANTHE.’A she-devil! A dragon! I her imp!
Fire of Hell! Auranthe lewd demon!
Where got you this? Where? When?
Erminia.
I found it in the tent, among some spoils
Which, being noble, fell to Gersa’s lot.
Come in, and see. [They go in and return.
Albert.
Villainy! Villainy!
Conrad’s sword, his corslet, and his helm,
And his letter. Caitiff, he shall feel
Erminia. I see you are thunderstruck. Haste, haste away!
Albert.
O I am tortured by this villainy.
Erminia.
You needs must be. Carry it swift to Otho;
Tell him, moreover, I am prisoner
Here in this camp, where all the sisterhood,
Forc’d from their quiet cells, are parcell’d out
For slaves among these Huns. Away! Away!
Albert.
I am gone.
Erminia.
Swift be your steed! Within this hour
The Emperor will see it.
Albert.
Ere I sleep:
That I can swear. [Hurries out.
Gersa (without). Brave captains! thanks. Enough
Of loyal homage now!
Enter GERSA.
Erminia.
Hail, royal Hun!
Gersa.
What means this, fair one? Why in such alarm?
Who was it hurried by me so distract?
It seem’d you were in deep discourse together;
