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ACT I.

alone.—Scene, a Gothic Gallery. —Time, Midnight.

Man. The lamp must be replenished, but even then It will not burn so long as I must watch: My slumbers—if I slumber— are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men. But Grief should be the Instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life. Philosophy and science, and the springs