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It was to me unknown. The playmate of my early, happy days, Could such a fate be thine! It makes me weep to think it possible, Yet I believe it not.

You tremble much.

I'm cold and chill: 'tis weariness of body; Do not regard it; I shall soon be better. (Trumpet sounds without.) A trumpet! then some martial guest approaches. O most unwelcome!

'Tis Tortona's Marquis.

He is not in these parts; it cannot be.

He is upon his march with some gay troops To join the army, and hath made a halt Here in our nearest town to rest his men. So said his servant, whom I found this morning Lurking within the castle; and I guess His warlike lord is come.