Scene-8 A Road on the Norman Frontiers.Hugo and Company
are on their way to the Convent with Agatha.Hugo's mind
is full of dull thoughts.Agatha is musing at the coming
loss of her liberty.
We were playmates in childhood, my sister and I,
Whose playtime with childhood is done;
Through thickets where brier and bramble grew high,
Barefooted I’ve oft seen her run.
I’ve known her, when mists on the moorland hung white,
Bareheaded past nightfall remain;
She has followed a landless and penniless knight
Through battles and sieges in Spain.
But I pulled the flower, and shrank from the thorn,
Sought the sunshine, and fled from the mist;
My sister was born to face hardship with scorn—
I was born to be fondled and kiss’d.
Adam Lindsay Gordon