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. Of mine, mine own, Thinkest thou I spoke? When all is shed for thee, Thou'lt know me better.

(entering the palace.) For awhile, farewell.Exit.

. Thus Princes read men's hearts. Come, follow me, And if a home is left me still, brave Zamor, There will I bid thee welcome.Exeunt.

. Whence art thou, stranger; what wouldst thou with me? There is a fiery wildness in thy mien, Startling and almost fearful.

. From the stern And vast, and desolate wilderness, whose lord Is the fierce lion, and whose gentlest wind Breathes of the tomb, and whose dark children make The bow and spear their law, men bear not back That smilingness of aspect, wont to mask The secrets of their spirit, 'midst the stir Of courts and cities. I have looked on scenes, Boundless, and strange, and terrible; I have known Sufferings, which are not in the shadowy scope Of wild imagination; and these things Have stamped me with their impress. Man of peace,