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Rh Never be sad! What's love?—a chance of Fortune!

Look I a Cæsar to woo Cleopatra?

A Tito to aspire to Berenice?

Your courage and your wit!—The little maid Who offered you refreshment even now, Her eyes did not abhor you—you saw well!

True!

Well, how then?… I saw Roxane herself

Was death-pale as she watched the duel.

Pale!

Her heart, her fancy, are already caught!

Put it to th' touch!

That she may mock my face!

That is the one thing on this earth I fear!

Sir, some one asks for you…