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Rh (Stabs herself.)

Silent the Sibyl, seal'd the speaking spring.

(faintly):

Sibyl no longer, but a woman now, I drink no more the spring Oracular, Engarlanded with the prophetic bay,

No more a slave constrainéd of my King, Death manumits me from my monarch now, Who held my soul in thrall, but not my heart. For careless am I that to-morrow's Sun