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Thy nobler heart shall not again be wrung. But what can now be done? O'er such wild ravings, There must be some controul.

Theo. O none! none, none! but gentle sympathy And watchfulness of love. My noble Orra! Wander where'er thou wilt; thy vagrant steps Shall follow'd be by one, who shall not weary, Nor e'er detach him from his hopeless task; Bound to thee now as fairest, gentlest beauty Could ne'er have bound him.

Al. See how she gazes on him with a look, Subsiding gradually.to softer sadness, Half saying that she knows him.

El. There is a kindness in her changing eye. Yes, Orra, 'tis the valiant Theobald, Thy knight and champion, whom thou gazest on,

Or. The brave are like the brave; so should it be. He was a goodly man—a noble knight. For prayers of grace are said o'er dying men, Yet they have laid thy clay in unblest earth— Shame! shame! not with the still'd and holy dead. This shall be rectified; I'll find it out; And masses shall be said for thy repose; Thou shalt not troop with these.