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Thy voice sounds sadly, as though many a league Were going to divide us. How is this? Farewell pronounced with such solemnity!

But there be other obstacles than distance May separate the dearest.

I apprehend thee well;—the prison's walls,— The dungeon and the chain.—O, God of heaven! I'll lock thee up within my chamber; go To this dread Court myself; I have no fear, For Heaven will teach me what I ought to say When I am there; will give me words of power To save a brother's life—ay, and a life Dear as a brother's. Now I feel assuredly I shall prevail. There is no time to lose: Go to my chamber; haste thee to the cover. (Dragging him to the door of an inner room.)

Art thou not mad, Rosella?

Not mad; but thou wilt make me so: haste, haste—