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What fearful words are these? in my soul's anguish Comes this so quickly on me? Be it so! I cleave to th' earth! what have I now to do? I am a stilled thing, abas'd and crush'd; What boots it now who gazes on my woe?

She stirs not, Osmir, ev'n at my approach. She sits upon the ground, unmov'd and still. Thou sorrow-clouded beauty, not less lovely (Going up to her.) For this thy mournful state!—She heeds me not. Empress and sov'reign dame, unto those titles Which thou shalt ever wear, vouchsafe regard. Still she regards me not. (To Osmir.) Widow of Constantine;(After a pause.)

Ay, now thou callest on me by a name Which I do hear. There is strength in the sound What would'st thou say to her who proudly wears That honour'd title?