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Till sultry noon be past. Those spreading trees Will give you shade. (To .) See'st thou Rovani coming?

No, good my lord; but through the trees I see Your castle's turrets brighten'd with the sun. Look there! it is a fair, enliv'ning sight.

I see, I see.—But wherefore stays Rovani! I'll keep me here. (After musing some time.) An infant's life! What is an infant's life? The chilly blast, That nips the blossom, o'er the cradle breathes, And child and dam like blighted sweetness fade. If this should be! O, dear, uncertain bliss! Shame on his tardy steps!—Ha! here he comes!

They are alive? they're well? And thou hast seen them?

Your lady and your son?