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(wildly.) I come from regions where the cities lie In ruins, not in chains. (Exit with Gonzalez and Zamor.)

. He wears the mien Of one that hath commanded; yet his looks And words were strangely wild.

. Marked you his fierce And haughty gesture, and the flash that broke From his dark eye, when King Sebastian's name Became our theme?

. Trust me, there's more in this Than may be lightly said. These are no times To breathe men's thoughts in th' open face of Heaven And ear of multitudes. They that would speak Of monarchs and their deeds, should keep within Their quiet homes. Come, let us hence, and then We'll commune of this stranger.Exeunt.

. Withstand me not! I tell thee that my soul, With all its passionate energies, is roused Unto that fearful strength which must have way, E'en like the elements, in their hour of might, And mastery o'er creation.

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