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262 So, my lord, good-night. [Exeunt and.

Gods, what a haughty devil rules that man! As though two equal princes interchanged Imperial courtesies ! The Spagnoletto Thanks John of Austria ! Louis of France Might so salute my father. By heavens, I know not What patience or what reverence withheld My enchafed spirit in bounds of courtesy. Nay, it was she, mine angel, whose mere aspect Is balm and blessing. How her love-lit eyes Burned through my soul! How her soft hand’s slight pressure Tingled along my veins! Oh, she is worthy A heart s religion! How shall I wear the hours Ere I may seek her? Lo, I stand and dream, While my late guests await me. Patience, patience! [Exit.