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I hope they are.

That hope implies a doubt; Ay, and a doubt which, when I saw thee last, Did not exist. Speak, speak! If thou mistrust her, It is on no slight grounds.

Be more composed, and I will tell thee all.

There's something then to tell; some damned thing.

Nay, think not so; for, when I've told thee all, 'Twill make no certain proof against Zorada. And since thou think'st her love for thee is changed, Caring but for her love, thou may'st the better Endure to learn the worst, if such should follow.

I understand thee.

Two hours since, perhaps,— I've been asleep, and cannot say how long But pause we now. Thy quiv'ring lips are white, Thine eyes are fix'd: lean upon me, my friend.