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1825.] Oh, no, I love as truly as .... Where am I? There's sleep hangs in the very air .... What! thou, Thou, whom the evening of the Carnival I track'd, my stately masquer, to thy barge, And lost thee so .... what do I prate about? . . . . A gondola there was not to be had, Else I had chased thee—but I vow'd to love, And on my knees here by those mild eyes swear, That gleam so like a spectre! hence, avaunt! Where is my sword gone? .... God! I do but dream. 'Tis useless watching thus: I'll sleep in peace; This silent chamber hath sure a slumberous charm I cannot counteract;—Guard me, good God. Christ and good angels, guard me!

'Twill chafe him. Even me, since our arrival, He hath still put off from visiting the castle; Nor knew I till last week that 'twas his own. This is mysterious.
 * Rob.'Tis so.—Nay, Giuliana,

Let us not onward; rest thee, rest awhile, A little while, in yonder mossy bower. 'Tis spicy sweet as is this sunny lawn; And yon its fountain is musical as the hum Of the gay bees that flit here; and its cool, Pleasanter than the sultry noon.
 * Giu.No, Buckdale,

We must be wise and wary, who are yet Unsanction'd lovers. Too long noontide meetings Are not for us now: my father soon Returns from the King's rising. In this place, Fair sir, perhaps this evening.—Shall ye note it?
 * Rob. Yes, dear, with more religion, than a saint

His hours canonical. And after vespers? For holy hours are fittest with mine angel To meet.
 * Giu.Well—one hour after even-song.
 * Rob. I'll fail not, as I live.
 * Giu.Commend me, then,

To your brave brother. Brave he is, as this Perilous quest shows him, and most noble too, As, Buckdale, we well know. Your brother is One I had loved, if ....
 * Rob.He had not had a brother?
 * Giu. Nay, said I so?
 * Rob.But meant it.
 * Giu.Doth it follow

I meant so, because so ye understood me?
 * Rob. No; but it follows from the wreathed kindness

Of those carnation lips,—whose premises Are plainly smiles—whereon I infer hope.
 * Giu. Love's logic often is sophistical.

But fare ye well! farewell, good Master Buckdale.
 * Rob. No freer leave-taking?
 * Giu.Well, then, good Buckdale,

Good-bye.