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I have heard it—I have heard the joyful tidings! Ay, well may'st thou so hold him to thy heart! I will embrace ye both.

Forbear, dear sister; do not press upon him.

What is the matter? There is no joy here. Claudien, thou'rt very pale; there's blood upon thee. O, misery, misery! (Wringing her hands.)

Do not give way to such frantic lamentations; he is severely wounded, but may yet recover. Have patience and do not distract him with outrageous sorrow.

I will be patient! yes, I will be patient! 'T is Heaven chastises; I will bear it meekly. But is there yet for me no sound of kindness,— No dear word of affection, gentle Claudien, From thy pale lips, so pale and so compress'd?