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For age, and some small share of shrewd observance, Have made me, though I say it, fit to counsel.

Do so, good man, and Heaven reward thy kindness! [Exeunt all but.

So near her! Led, as by the hand of Heaven, Even to her very door! And I shall shortly See her again, and hold her to my heart! My child! my child! Oh! when those gentle eyes Look on my woe-worn face and alter'd form, And these coarse weeds, how will thy piteous heart Swell ev'n to bursting? In that wood hard by,— So near me! Blessed Heaven hath brought me here. [Exit.

''A Wood, with various Walks and Alleys cut through it. Enter and, speaking as they enter''.

In truth, I slept it out. At times, indeed, A sound came to my ears, as it had been The distant roar of wheels, and then I dreamt