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Sebast.Is that a task For King Sebastian's friend!

Sylv.Sebastian's friend! That name hath lost its meaning. Will the dead Rise from their silent dwellings, to upbraid The living for their mirth. The grave sets bounds Unto all human friendship.

Sebast.On the plain Of Alcazar full many a stately flower, The pride and crown of some high house, was laid Low in the dust of Afric; but of these Sebastian was not one.

Sylv.I am not skilled To deal with men of mystery. Take then off The strange dark scrutiny of thine eye from mine. What mean'st thou?—Speak!

Sebast.Sebastian died not there. I read no joy in that cold doubting mien.— Is not thy name Sylveira?

Sylv.Aye.