De Mon. (alone.) I know not how it is, my heart stands back,
And meets not this man's love.—Friends! rarest friends!
Rather than share his undiscerning praise
With every table wit, and book-form'd sage,
And paltry poet puling to the moon,
Fd court from him proscription; yea abuse,
And think it proud distinction.[Exit.
SCENE II.
A Small Apartment in Jerome's House: a table and breakfast set out. Enter De Monfort, followed by Manuel, and sets himself down by the table, with a cheerful face.
De Mon. Manuel, this morning's sun shines pleasantly:
These old apartments too are light and cheerful.
Our landlord's kindness has reviv'd me much;
He serves as though he lov'd me. This pure air
Braces the listless nerves, and warms the blood;
I feel in freedom here.
(Filling a cup of coffee, and drinking.)
Man.Ah! sure, my Lord,
No air is purer than the air at home.
De Mon. Here can I wander with assured steps,
Nor dread, at every winding of the path,
Lest an abhorred serpent cross my way,
And move—(Stopping short.)
Man.What says your honour?
