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Since 'tis your wish.—In truth, I should have been A village-maid!

But, being as you are, Not thus ignobly free, command your looks, (They may be taught obedience,) to reflect The aspect of the time.

And know, fair maid! That if in this unskill'd, you stand alone Amidst our court of pleasure.

To the feast! Now let the red wine foam!—There should be mirth When conquerors revel!—Lords of this fair isle! Your good sword's heritage, crown each bowl, and pledge The present and the future! for they both Look brightly on us. Dost thou smile, my bride?

Yes, Eribert!—thy prophecies of joy Have taught e'en me to smile.

'Tis well. To-day I have won a fair and almost royal bride; To-morrow—let the bright sun speed his course, To waft me happiness!—my proudest foes Must die—and then my slumber shall be laid On rose-leaves, with no envious fold, to mar The luxury of its visions!—Fair Vittoria, Your looks are troubled!

It is strange, but oft, Midst festal songs and garlands, o'er my soul Death comes, with some dull image! as you spoke