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Rh Go visit him, dear father, Where ia the high tower mewed, a wing-clipped eagle, His spirit breaks in cage. Tea are his master, He is wont from childhood to hear wisdom fall From your instructed lips. Tell him his mother Kises not from her knees, till he is freed. Madam, I go. Our holy Church has healed Far deadlier heait^wounds than a love-sick hoy's. Be of good cheer, the Prince shall live to hleaa The father's rigor who kept pure of blot A 'scutcheon more unsullied than the sun. Thanks and farewell. Farewell. God send thee peace ! [Exeunt. A mean apartment in one of the Towtrt of the Landgrave's Palace. discovered seated at the window The slow sun sets ; with lingering, large embrace He folds the enchanted hill ; then like a god