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That hour in silence. O! be calm awhile, Thine is not come. My King—

Sebast.I am no King, While in the very palace of my sires, Aye, where mine eyes first drank the glorious light, Where my soul's thrilling echoes first awoke To the high sound of earth's immortal names, Th' usurper lives and reigns. I am no king Until I cast him thence.

Zamor.Shall not thy voice, Be as a trumpet to the awakening land? Will not the bright swords flash like sun-bursts forth When the brave hear their chief?

Gonzal.Peace, Zamor, peace! Child of the desert, what hast thou to do With the calm hour of counsel? Monarch, pause, A kingdom's destiny should not be the sport Of passion's reckless winds. There is a time When men, in very weariness of heart