MARMADUKE This Daughter of yours Is very dear to you. HERBERT Oh! but you are young; Over your head twice twenty years must roll, With all their natural weight of sorrow and pain, Ere can be known to you how much a Father May love his Child. MARMADUKE Thank you, old Man, for this! [Aside.] HERBERT Fallen am I, and worn out, a useless Man; Kindly have you protected me to-night, And no return have I to make but prayers; May you in age be blest with such a daughter!-- When from the Holy Land I had returned Sightless, and from my heritage was driven, A wretched Outcast--but this strain of thought Would lead me to talk fondly. MARMADUKE Do not fear; Your words are precious to my ears; go on. HERBERT You will forgive me, but my heart runs over. When my old Leader slipped into the flood And perished, what a piercing outcry you Sent after him. I have loved you ever since. You start--where are we? MARMADUKE Oh, there is no danger; The cold blast struck me. HERBERT 'Twas a foolish question. MARMADUKE But when you were an Outcast?--Heaven is just; Your piety would not miss its due reward; The little Orphan then would be your succour, And do good service, though she knew it not. HERBERT I turned me from the dwellings of my Fathers, Where none but those who trampled on my rights Seemed to remember me. To the wide world I bore her, in my arms; her looks won pity; She was my Raven in the wilderness, And brought me food. Have I not cause to love her? MARMADUKE Yes. HERBERT More than ever Parent loved a Child? MARMADUKE Yes, yes. HERBERT I will not murmur, merciful God! I will not murmur; blasted as I have been, Thou hast left me ears to hear my Daughter's voice, And arms to fold her to my heart. Submissively Thee I adore, and find my rest in faith. [Enter OSWALD.] OSWALD Herbert!--confusion! (aside). Here it is, my Friend, [Presents the Horn.] A charming beverage for you to carouse, This bitter night. HERBERT Ha! Oswald! ten bright crosses I would have given, not many minutes gone, To have heard your voice.