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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!

De Monfort's ''apartments. Enter with a disordered air, and his hand pressed upon his forehead, followed by''

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;