Artois, and all, look underneath the brows;
on receiving, I say, this ominous intimation, the prompt and
statesmanlike sagacity of Audley leads him at once as by intuition to the
inference thus eloquently expressed in a strain of thrilling and exalted
poetry;
Undoubtedly, then something is amiss.
Who can read this without a reminiscence of Sir Christopher Hatton's
characteristically cautious conclusion at sight of the military
preparations arrayed against the immediate advent of the Armada?
I cannot but surmise--forgive, my friend,
If the conjecture's rash--I cannot but
Surmise the state some danger apprehends!
With the entrance of the King the tone of this scene naturally rises--"in
good time," as most readers will say. His brief interview with the two
nobles has at least the merit of ease and animation.
_Derby_. Befall my sovereign all my sovereign's wish!
_Edward_. Ah, that thou wert a witch, to make it so!
_Derby_. The emperor greeteth you.
_Edward_. Would it were the countess!
_Derby_. And hath accorded to your highness' suit.
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