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On all wild songs, and sounds, and ominous things, (Shunning the sober intercourse of friends Such as affliction courts,) her ear and fancy Do solely dwell. This visionary state Is foster'd by these nightly watchings; therefore, I say again, I will no more endure it; This night shall be the last.

Ter. That Ermingard upon the plains of Palestine Fell on that fatal day, what sober mind Can truly doubt; altho' his corpse, defaced, Or hid by other slain, was ne'er discover'd. For, well I am assured, had he survived it, Knowing thou wer't his rival, and Aurora Left in this isle, where thou bear'st sov'reign sway, He, with a lover's speed, had hasten'd back. All, whom the havoc of the battle spared, Have to their homes return'd.Thou shak'st thy head, Thou dost not doubt?

Ul.We'll speak of this no more. I'm sick and weary of these calculations. We must and will consider him as dead; And let Aurora know

(To Bast, angrily.) Why, Bastiani, Intrud'st thou thus, regardless of my state: