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Sit down!--Let not my presence trouble you--
Sit down!--for I am humble, most humble.
Jac. (aside.) 'Tis time.
(
Jacinta seats herself in a side-long manner upon the chair, resting her
elbows upon the back, and regarding her mistress with a contemptuous look.
Lalage continues to read. )
Lal. "It in another climate, so he said,
"Bore a bright golden flower, but not i' this soil!"
(
pauses--turns over some leaves, and resumes)
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No lingering winters there, nor snow, nor shower--
But Ocean ever to refresh mankind
Breathes the shrill spirit of the western wind."
O, beautiful!--most beautiful--how like
To what my fevered soul doth dream of Heaven!
O happy land (pauses) She died!--the maiden died!
A still more happy maiden who couldst die!
Jacinta!
(Jacinta returns no answer, and Lalage presently resumes.)
Again!--a similar tale
Told of a beauteous dame beyond the sea!
Thus speaketh one Ferdinand in the words of the play--
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She died full young"--one Bossola answers him--
I think not so--her infelicity
Seemed to have years too many"--Ah luckless lady!
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