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There is within a dreadful conflict passing, Known by these tokens, as swoln waves aloft Betray the secret earthquake's deep-pent struggles.

But he is calmer now, and puts away The cover from his face: he seems relieved.

Approach, De Creda; thou hast stood aloof: Thou feel'st my late rude passion and unkindness. Misery makes better men than me unkind; But pardon me, and I will make amends. I would not listen to thy friendly counsel, But now I will most freely grant to thee Whatever grace or favour thou desirest: Even now, before thou nam'st it.

Thanks, thanks, Rasinga! this is brave amends. Out on such tardy bungling! Ye are craftsmen Who know full well the art to bind men's limbs, But not to set them free.