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Away ! I know thee. Thoa art one With her who dnped me with like words last night. Then I believed ; bat now my sense is closed, My heart is dead as stone. I cast thee forth. By heaven, I own thee not ! Thou dost forget I am the Spagnoletto. Away, I say, Or ere I strike thee. [He threatens her, ANNICGA.

Woe is me ! Help, help !

[Exit.

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So, the last link is snapt Had I not steeled My heart, I fain had kissed her in farewell. Tis better so. I leave my work unfinished. Could I arise each day to face this spectre, Or sleep with it at night ? — to yearn for her Even while I curse her? No! The dead remain Sacred and sweet in our remembrance still; They seem not to have left us ; they abide And linger nigh us in the viewless air. The &]len, the guilty, must be rooted out From heart and thought and memory. With them No hope of blest reunion ; they must be As though they had not been ; their spoken name