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Rh Thus with Don Pedro in their turn Have various thoughts a trace, Whose shadows darken as they pass The expression of his face. Now occupies his angry mind His brother's power and state, Of those whose mother he had slain, And birth would criminate. Now of unquietnesses borne, Great scorn and insult shown, Or of his failing treasury, Nor means to fill it known. Now of the fair Aldonza's charms, His fortune 't was to gain, Or of the blood-stain'd forms of those He had unjustly slain. Now some projected enterprise, Some treaty to defeat, Faith-breaking with Granada's Moor, Or treason or deceit. But as the birds the lonely tower, The broken heights between, Are all at length, as one by one, Retiring hiding seen; And constant only one remains, Revolving it infest,