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''A dark night; no moon, but a few stars glimmering; the stage represents (as much as can be discovered for the darkness) a church-yard with part of a chapel, and a wing of the ducal palace adjoining to it. Enter with his hat off, his hair and his dress in disorder, stepping slowly, and stopping several times to listen, as if he was afraid of meeting any one.''

Bas. No sound is here; man is at rest, and I May near his habitations venture forth, Like some unblessed creature of the night, Who dares not meet his face.—Her window's dark; No streaming light doth from her chamber beam, That I once more may on her dwelling gaze, And bless her still. All now is dark for me! (Pauses for some time, and looks upon the graves) How happy are the dead, who quietly rest Beneath these stones! each by his kindred laid, Still in a hallow'd neighbourship with those, Who when alive his social converse shar'd: And now, perhaps, some dear surviving friend, Doth here at times the grateful visit pay, Read with sad eyes his short memorial o'er, And bless his mem'ry still!— But I, like a vile outcast of my kind, In some lone spot must lay my unburied corse, To rot above the earth; where, if perchance