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Bereft and desolate, hath fought for us! But he, the blessed agent of its power, Our brave deliverer, lead me to him instantly! Where is the marv'llous man?

I left him, Madam, on the eastern rampart, Just as Tortona fell.—See Ludoviquo, Who still fought nearest to him; he'll inform you.

Brave Ludoviquo!—But that woeful look, In such a moment of unhoped-for triumph! Is the brave being safe who hath preserved us?

Alas! e'en as we shouted at the fall Of proud Tortona, conquer'd by his arm; E'en as he stoop'd to sooth his dying foe, The hateful catiff drew a hidden dagger And plunged it in his breast.

Alas, alas! and is his life the forfeit Of his most gen'rous aid! O lead me to him! let me thank and bless him, If yet his noble mind be sensible To words of gratitude.