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And strength and honour of his kingdom, lost By his impetuous rashness.

Sebast.This from thee? Who hath given power to falsehood, that one gaze At its unmasked and withering mien should blight High souls at once? I wake. And this from thee? There are, whose eyes discern the secret springs Which lie beneath the desert, and the gold And gems within earth's caverns, far below The everlasting hills: but who hath dared To dream that heaven's most awful attribute Invested his mortality, and to boast That through its inmost folds his glance could read One heart, one human heart? Why then, to love And trust is but to lend a traitor arms Of keenest temper and unerring aim, Wherewith to pierce our souls. But thou, beware! Sebastian lives!

Sylv.If it be so, and thou Art of his followers still, then bid him seek