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Be calm!—there is a cold and sullen calm, And, were my wild fears made realities, It might be mine; but, in this dread suspense, This conflict of all terrible phantasies, There is no calm.—Yet fear thou not, dear love! I will watch o'er thee still. And now, farewell Until that hour!

My Raimond, fare thee well. [Exeunt.

Said'st thou this night?

This very night—and lo! E'en now the sun declines.

What! are they arm'd?

All arm'd, and strong in vengeance and despair.

Doubtful and strange the tale! Why was not this Reveal'd before?

Mistrust me not, my lord! That stern and jealous Procida hath kept O'er all my steps, (as though he did suspect The purposes, which oft his eye hath sought To read in mine,) a watch so vigilant, I knew not how to warn thee, tho' for this Alone I mingled with his bands, to learn Their projects and their strength. Thou know'st my faith To Anjou's house full well.