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290 Your other lady-love is come.

I see.

I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love!

Hark you, Le Bret! I soon shall reach the moon.

To-night, alone, with no projectile's aid!…

What are you saying!

I tell you, it is there, There, that they send me for my Paradise, There I shall find at last the souls I love,

In exile,—Galileo—Socrates!

No, no! It is too clumsy, too unjust! So great a heart! So great a poet! Die Like this? what, die…?

Hark to Le Bret, who scolds.