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Rh Ay, and let me die to-day,

Since, all unconscious, she mourns me in him!

It is the signal! Trumpet flourishes! The French bring the provisions into camp! Hold but the place a while!

See, there is blood

Upon the letter—tears!

Surrender!

No!

The danger's ever greater!

I will charge!

Take her away!

O God! his tears! his blood!…