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 Death here effaces nought; and that sweet face So gentle and so pale! The parted lips, So moist and life-like, smile! Oh! ope for me Those ruby portals! Bless thy Romeo's ear With music, words of happy love and hope!

He raises her head gently and places his hand upon her heart.

Ha! what is this? Surely I dream! Yes! yes! 'Tis but a flutter, as a bird's light wing, When rising slowly through the morning air.— She breathes! she breathes! great heavens, my lives! Her heart beats, struggling, as it were, with pain.

The "Gracioso" observes—

I have seen some lovers madmen in my day, But never such a madman, by my fay!

The "Gracioso" sprinkles some holy water over Julia's face.

Who calls? who speaks? oh, aching heart! Poison! daggers! death! dear Romeo!

Julia!