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ROMIERO: A TRAGEDY.
For age, and some small share of shrewd observance,
Have made me, though I say it, fit to counsel.
FIRST MARINER.
[Exeunt all but Sebastian.
SEBASTIAN (alone).
Even to her very door! And I shall shortly
See her again, and hold her to my heart!
My child! my child! Oh! when those gentle eyes
Look on my woe-worn face and alter'd form,
And these coarse weeds, how will thy piteous heart
Swell ev'n to bursting? In that wood hard by,—
So near me! Blessed Heaven hath brought me here.
[Exit.
SCENE II.
A Wood, with various Walks and Alleys cut through it. Enter Zorada and Beatrice, speaking as they enter.
BEATRICE.
A sound came to my ears, as it had been
The distant roar of wheels, and then I dreamt