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Sebast.Why then Be glad. I tell thee that Sebastian lives! Think thou on this—he lives! Should he return —For he may yet return—and find the friend In whom he trusted with such perfect trust As should be heaven's alone—Mark'st thou my words? —Should he then find this man, not girt and armed, And watching o'er the heritage of his lord, But, reckless of high fame and loyal faith, Holding luxurious revels with his foes, How wouldst thou meet his glance?

Sylv.As I do thine, Keen though it be, and proud.

Sebast.Why thou dost quail Before it, even as if the burning eye Of the broad sun pursued thy shrinking soul Through all its depths.

Sylv.Away! He died not there! He should have died there, with the chivalry