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Let me once more but feel thy hand in mine And send me where ye will: my being then O, lead her hence, and have some mercy on me! My father died i' the field a valiant death, And shall his son upon the scaffold die O'ercome and weak, reft of that decent firmness Which ev'n the base and vulgar there assume? O lead her hence! in mercy lead her hence! Reprieve! reprieve! I hear a voice i' the air! I hear it yet again!

Is't any thing?

Alas no! all is silent: 'tis the fancy Of fond distraction list'ning to itself.