And I
contrived the meeting in anticipation of a far different result from that
which has ensued. But I now tell you, my lord of Surrey, that it is idle to
indulge a passion for the Fair Geraldine. You will never wed her."
"False fiend, thou liest!" cried Surrey.
"Time will show," replied Herne. "I repeat, you will wed another--and
more, I tell you, you are blinder than Richmond has shown himself--for
the most illustrious damsel in the kingdom has regarded you with eyes
of affection, and yet you have not perceived it."
"The Princess Mary? "demanded Richmond.
"Ay, the Princess Mary," repeated Herne. "How say you now, my lord ?--
will you let ambition usurp the place of love?"
No," replied Surrey. "But I will hold no further converse with thee. Thou
wouldst tempt to perdition. Hence, fiend!"
"Unless you trust yourself to my guidance, you will never reach your
chamber," rejoined Herne, with a mocking laugh. "The iron door in the
mound cannot be opened on this side, and you well know what the
consequence of a discovery will be. Come, or I leave you to your fate."
And he moved down the path on the right.
"Go with him, Surrey," cried Richmond.
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