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A strong resemblance, over which your tears Had oft been shed, was stol'n away?

Thou hast. How it was stol'n, for value it had none For any but myself, I often wonder'd. Thou hast not found it?

See! this I have found. (Giving her a picture, which she seizes eagerly.)

Indeed, indeed it is! (After gazing mournfully on it.) Retire, I pray thee, nor, till morning break, Return again, for I must be alone. [Exit. (After gazing again on the picture.) Alas! that lip, that eye, that arching brow; That thoughtful look which I have often mark'd, So like my noble father! (Kissing it.) This for his dear, dear sake, and this for thine: Ye sleep i' the dust together.— Alas! how sweetly mantled thus thy cheek At sight of those thou lovedst!—What things have been, What hours, what years of trouble have gone by,