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And smile upon the offering which each day I offer for his sake; if yet on earth, Weary he wander, strengthen and support; If thought of me add to his happiness Keep it alive, and if it be regret, Let me fade gently, like a pleasant dream— Sweet, but too faint to rest on memory! If—but, oh, no, not even in my prayers Can I name death.—[Sound of approaching steps. Some one approaches, and I cannot bear My quiet moment broken—[She retires up the stage.

I understand their plan; Florence will aid the strongest.

Such is her policy; her wishes take her Upon the noble's side.

It matters not— One victory more, and I can name my terms; It is the secret stratagem I seek; For that I look to thee—henceforth we meet Within this church; few ever come this way.

To-morrow look for tidings from the camp.

I or Cesario will meet you here At this same hour. Here is your promised gold.