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There is a fiery wildness in thy mien Startling and almost fearful.

Sebast.From the stern And vast and desolate wilderness, whose lord Is the fierce lion, and whose gentlest wind Breathes of the tomb, and whose dark children make The bow and spear their law, men bear not back That smilingness of aspect, wont to mask The secrets of their spirits 'midst the stir Of courts and cities. I have looked on scenes Boundless, and strange, and terrible; I have known Sufferings which are not in the shadowy scope Of wild imagination; and these things Have stamped me with their impress. Man of peace, Thou look'st on one familiar with the extremes Of grandeur and of misery.

Sylv.Stranger, speak Thy name and purpose briefly, for the time Ill suits these mysteries, I must hence; to-night I feast the lords of Spain.