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Erm. O cease! Thy words, thy voice, thy hand on mine, That touch so dearly felt, do but enhance An agony too great.Untoward fate! Thus to have lost thee!

Aur.Say not, thou hast lost me. Heaven will subdue our minds, and we shall still, With what is spared as from our wreck of bliss, Be happy.

Erm.Most unblest, untoward fate! After that hapless battle, where in vain I courted death, I kept my name conceal'd. Ev'n brave De Villeneune, master of our Order, When he received my vows, did pledge his faith Not to declare it. Thus I kept myself From all communication with these shores, Perversely forwarding my rival's will. O blind and credulous fool!

Aur. Nay, do not thus upbraid thyself: Heaven will'd it. Be not so keenly moved: there still is left What to the soul is dear.—We'll still be happy.

Erm. The chasten'd pilgrim o'er his lady's grave Sweet tears may shed, and may without reproach Thoughts of his past love blend with thoughts of heaven. He whom the treach'ry of some faithless maid Hath robb'd of bliss, may, in the sturdy pride Of a wrong'd man, the galling ill endure;