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Surely I hear a stranger's voice approaching. I'll drop it farther on, and watch my time, When Don Henriquez may be sure to find it. [Exit.

Forget thee, Mencia! Yes, I will forget thee When means are found to make it possible. Thine image, independent of my will, Where'er I am, is with me; night and day Before my fancy's eye it smiles or weeps; Motions its arms as thou wert wont to do, When distance barr'd our intercourse of words; Is present with me more than present things, And makes my wretched life a maniac's dream, Lost and unprofitable. Is there some potent spell to lay this sprite That haunts me to my ruin? Vain, vain words! Thou canst not be forgotten.

Thou but deceiv'st thyself: there are two spells, Absence and time, which have to many a lover His peace restored. Fate has between us now