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There, take my sword; I cannot see her face. Oh, for one hour of life but to revenge!

I see her:—'tis the Ancestress! [The glides across the stage, beckoning the.

The last and the accursed of my house, Will no one let me touch his hand?

The castle is on fire!—a lightning flash Has set the eastern turrets in a blaze. Fly for your lives!