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Thou sweetest thing That e'er did fix its lightly-fibred sprays To the rude rock, ah! would'st thou cling to me? Rough and storm-worn I am: but if thou lov'st me,— Thou truly dost, I will love thee again With true and honest heart, tho' all unmeet To be the mate of such sweet gentleness.

I hear a noise of footsteps: we'll retire; Let us pursue our way. (Looking behind as they go off. 'Tis one belonging to Valeria's train, Who hither comes with quick and eager gait. (Exeunt.

SCENE III. A large sombre room, with mystical figures and strange characters painted upon the walls, and lighted only by one lamp, burning upon a table near the front of the stage.

Well, my good sage, how thrives thy mystic trade? Go all things prosperously?

As thou couldst wish: to many a citizen