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Dead at my feet.—Nay, nay, you must confess That grim and horrid savage had the power To lure thee from these fond entwining arms. I will not look upon it; it will feed My sickly fancy with another dream. Sweet infidel! hast thou so soon forgot My necromantic spells? or dost thou doubt The power of the magician? Alas! Giovanni, Whilst timid apprehension will suggest A cause for fear, our busy sleeping thoughts Dwell upon dangers. Say, my timid dove, What dost thou fear? Thou wilt laugh at me; And that's more painful than thy chiding frown,