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Rh Christ teach me whom to trust ! I would not spill One drop from out this brimming glorious cup For which my parched heart pants. I will consider. Pardon me now, if I break off our talk. Let all rest as it stands until the dawn. I have many orisons before the light. Good-night, true friend. Devote a prayer to me. (Aside.) I will outwit you, serpent, though you glide Athwart the dark, noiseless and swift as fate. [Exit.

Is this the place where we shall find fresh steeds ? Would I had not dismounted !