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Played with thee, sung with thee, built thy first bower, Where thou, his mimic mistress, kept thy state, Screen'd from the mid-day sun, when he, the while, Still pleased thee, as thou lent'st thine eager ear, With tales of wonderment and tales of love? All claims but his! O say not so, sweet Mencia! Let me implore thee on my bended knee.

Hush! rise! we are observed; this spot is now Traversed by busy feet, in preparation For a gay feast to-night, held at the castle, In honour of Henriquez' safe return. Leave me, I pray!

By unfrequented paths, Through rugged wilds I've travelled many a league: Three irksome days and nights in that deep grove. The ruin of an ancient sepulchre. Like some unhallow'd spirit, I have haunted To watch a lucky moment when thy steps Should lead thee near the place; and having found thee, Think'st thou to cast me off with fev'rish haste, As thou wouldst shake an adder from thy robe?