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Rh Beams from your eyes—a gentler grace is throned Upon your brow—your words fall soft as dew To melt my fixed resolve.

You find me, signer, In an unguarded mood. I would be true To you; and to myself; yet, know no answer. Anon, I will be calm; pray you withdraw.

Till when? Remember what mad hopes and fears Meantime will riot in my brain.

To-morrow Farewell, farewell.

Farewell. [Exit.

A faithful heart, A name untainted, a fair home yea, these Are what I need. Oh, lily soul in heaven, Who wast on earth my mother, guide thy child!