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Theo. (shrinking from him, and bursting into tears.) 'Tis heaven's infliction; let us call it so; Give it no other name. (Covering his face.)

El. (to Theo.) Nay, do not thus despair: when she beholds us, She'll know her friends, and, by our kindly soothing, Be gradually restored.

Al. Let me go to her.

Theo. Nay, forbear, I pray thee; I will myself with thee, my worthy Hartman, Go in and lead her forth. Come back, Come back! The fierce and fiery light!

Theo. Shrink not, dear love! it is the light of day.

Or. Have cocks crow'd yet?

Theo. Yes; twice I've heard already Their mattin sound. Look up to the blue sky;