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Ter. Be not so greatly mov'd. It is not likely This should be Ermingard. The boy has seen him, And would have known him. 'Tis belike some friend.

Aur. No; every thrilling fibre of my frame Cries out "It is himself."(Looking out.) He comes not yet: how strange! how dull! how tardy!

Ter. Your page hath scarce had time to reach the gate, Tho' he hath run right quickly.

Aur. (pausing and looking out.) He comes not yet. Ah! if it be not he; My sinking heart misgives me. O now he comes! the size and air are his.

Ter. Not to my fancy; there is no resemblance.

Aur. Nay, but there is: and see, he wears his cloak As he was wont to do; and o'er his cap The shading plume so hangs:—It is! it is! My lost, my found, my blest! conceal thee not.

Gar. Lady, I see this doff'd cap hath discover'd