Tragic Poem of Wold, The - Act 3, Scene 11

SCENE XI — Before Lady S TAINES ' House in Bristol .

H ASTINGS , waiting with an escort .

Enter L ORD W OLD and M ORLEY .

M OR . Haste, then, my Lord, O save her!
W OLD . Bid sound the march.
H AST . Whither?
W OLD . To Wold: that first:
Come death or worse the while, I'll do my vow
When Wold is fallen, then ho! for Dunley Tower.
My bride is there in her false cousin's hands,
Lured hence by some deep plot. Being there, she's in
The deadliest danger.
H AST . March!
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