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Rh Should I o’ersleep Mine hour, Maria, thou must awaken me; But come what may, I will be fresh to-night, To triumph in thy triumph. [Exit.

Could I have told, Then when he bade me? Nay, what is to tell ? He had flouted me for prizing at such height Homage so slight from John of Austria, even. A glance exchanged, a smile, a fallen flower Dropped from my hair, and pressed against his lips. The Prince ! my father gloats upon that name. Were he no more than gentleman, I think I should be glad. I cannot tell to-day If I be sad or gay. Now could I weep Warm, longing tears; anon, a fire of joy Leaps in my heart and dances through my veins. Why should I nurse such idle thoughts? To night We are to meet again. Will he remember?— Nay, how should he forget? His heart is young; His eyes do mirror loyalty. Oh, day! Quicken thy dull, slow round of tedious hours! God make me beautiful this happy night! My father s sleeping saint rebukes my thought.