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A rendezvous… from her!…

You're sad no more!

Ah! let the world go burn! She knows I live!

Now you'll be calm, I hope?

Calm? I now calm? I'll be frenetic, frantic,—raving mad! Oh for an army to attack!—a host! I've ten hearts in my breast; a score of arms; No dwarfs to cleave in twain!…

No! Giants now!

Hollo there! Silence! We rehearse!