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As from the fulness of a heart o'ercharged With loyal love. Oh! never, never more Let tears or smiles be trusted! When thy king Went forth on his disastrous enterprise, Upon thy bed of sickness thou wast laid, And he stood o'er thee with the look of one Who leaves a dying brother, and his eyes Were filled with tears like thine. No! not like thine : His bosom knew no falsehood, and he deemed Thine clear and stainless as a warrior's shield, Wherein high deeds and noble forms alone Are brightly imaged forth.

Sylv.What now avail These recollections?

Sebast.What? I have seen thee shrink, As a murderer from the eye of light before me, I have earned, (how dearly and how bitterly It matters not, but I have earned at last) Deep knowledge, fearful wisdom. Now! begone! Hence to thy guests, and fear not, though arraigned