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Who died upon the cross.—Thy friend is pardon'd, And more than pardon'd;—he is now my brother, And I to him resign the mountain bride. My noble generous foe, whom I have wrong'd; Urged by strong passions, wrong'd most grievously! Now may I kneel to thee without disgrace, For thou hast bound me with those bands of strength That do ennoble, not disgrace the bravest.

Rise, Samarkoon; I do accept thy thanks Since that which I resign is worthBut cease! Speak not of this—if it be possible, We 'll think of this no more. (Turning to .) And now, my only and my noble wife, And thou, my dauntless boy, stand by my side, And I, so flank'd, will feel myself in honour,— Honour which lifts and warms and cheers the heart. And we shall have a feast within our walls;