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If such thy thoughts, dost thou repent thy purpose?

Not so; there's ecstacy in those bright gleams; Ay, and though cross'd with darkness black as midnight, I will enjoy this momentary radiance.

What brings thee here with such a staring face?

The lady's coming; she is close at hand.

Ha! from her father's house, unsent for, come?

No, not that lady, Sir; it is Artina.

I thought my mother would have spared me this. Is Montebesa with her?

No, my lord; She has her children with her.

Wretched moment!