veins, returning all too late?);Or in the new delight of rare possession,Forgot the giver; one did sit apart,And shivered on a stone; beneath her ragsNestled two impish, fleshless, leering boys,Grown old before their youth; they cried for bread—She chid them down, and hid her face and wept;I had given all—I took my cloak, my shoes(What could I else? ’Twas but a moment’s wantWhich she had borne, and borne, day after day),And clothed her bare gaunt arms and purpled feet,Then slunk ashamed away to wealth and honour.

[Conrad enters.]

What! Conrad? unannounced! This is too bold!Peace! I have lent myself—and I must takeThe usury of that loan: your pleasure, master?

Con. Madam, but yesterday, I bade your presence,To hear the preached word of God; I preached—And yet you came not.—Where is now your oath?Where is the right to bid, you gave to me?Am I your ghostly guide? I asked it not.Of your own will you tendered that, which, given,Became not choice, but duty.—What is here?Think not that alms, or lowly-seeming garments,Self-willed humilities, pride’s decent mummers,Can raise above obedience; she from GodHer sanction draws, while these we forge ourselves,Mere tools to clear her necessary path.Go free—thou art no slave: God doth not ownUnwilling service, and His ministersMust lure, not drag in leash; henceforth I leave thee:Riot in thy self-willed fancies; pick thy stepsBy thine own will-o’-the-wisp toward the pit;Farewell, proud girl. [Exit Conrad.]

Eliz. O God! What have I done?I have cast off the clue of this world’s maze,And, like an idiot, let my boat adriftAbove the waterfall!—I had no message—How’s this?

Isen. We passed it by, as matter of no momentUpon the sudden coming of your guests.

Eliz. No moment! ’Tis enough to have driven him forth—And that’s enough to damn me: I’ll not chide you—I can see nothing but my loss; I’ll to him—I’ll go in sackcloth, bathe his feet with tears—And know nor sleep nor food till I am forgiven—And you must with me, ladies. Come and find him.

[Exeunt.]

SCENE V

A Hall in the Castle. In the background a Group of diseased and deformed Beggars; Conrad entering, Elizabeth comes forward to meet him.

Con. What dost thou, daughter?

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