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Rh But on this proof of your obedient temper I must continue to insist; and only On this condition can I play the agent For your concerns.

But wherefore comes she not? Where is she?

Into my hands you must place it Whole and entire. Whom could you find, indeed, More zealously affected to your interest? No soul on earth must know it—not your father. He must not above all.

Alas! what danger? Here is no face on which I might concenter All, the enraptur'd soul stirs up within me. O Lady! tell me. Is all chang'd around me; Or is it only I? I find myself, As among strangers! Not a trace is left Of all my former wishes, former joys. Where has it vanish'd to? There was a time When ev'n, methought, with such a world, as this, I was not discontented. Now how flat! How stale! No life, no bloom, no flavour in it! My comrades are intolerable to me. My father—Even to him I can say nothing. My arms, my military duties—O! They are such wearying toys! COUNTESS.