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I somewhat have mistaken of your words.

Duke. You are not well? your colour changes, Count, What is the matter?

Bas. A dizzy mist that swims before my sight— A ringing in mine ears—'tis strange enough— 'Tis slight —'tis nothing worth—'tis gone already.

Duke. I'm glad it is. Look to your friend, Count Rosinberg,

Ros. Good heavens! Basil, is it thus with thee! Thy hand shakes too! (taking his hand) Would we were far from hence.

Bas. I'm well again, thou need'st not be afraid. 'Tis like enough my frame is indispos'd With some slight weakness from our weary march. Nay, look not on me thus, it is unkindly— I cannot bear thine eyes.

The with  and her Ladies, advance to the front of the Stage, to Duke. Victoria, welcome here the brave Count Basil. His kinsman too, the gallant Rosinberg. May you, and these fair ladies so prevail, Such gentle suitors cannot plead in vain, To make them grace my court another day. I shall not be offended when I see Your power surpasses mine.