That there may live a man beneath heav'n's roof
Who dares to say he shall not?
Rez. He lives who dares to say—
Jane. (Throwing back her veil, very much alarmed, and rushing between them) Forbear, forbear!
(Rezenvelt, very much struck, steps hack respectfully, and makes her a very low bow. De Monfort stands for a while motionless, gazing upon her, till she, looking expressively to him, extends her arms, and he, rushing into them, bursts into tears. Freberg seems very much pleased. The company then gather about them, and the Scene closes.)
SCENE II.
De Monfort's apartments. Enter De Monfort, with a disordered air, and his hand pressed upon his forehead, followed by Jane.
De Mon. No more, my sister, urge me not again:
My secret troubles cannot be revealed.
From all participation of its thoughts
My heart recoils: I pray thee be contented.
Jane. What, must I, like a distant humble friend,
Observe thy restless eye, and gait disturb'd,
In timid silence, whilst with yearning heart
I turn aside to weep? O no! De Monfort!
A nobler task thy noble mind will give;
