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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.

Do so, good man, and Heaven reward thy kindness!

[Exeunt all but Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN (alone).

So near her! Led, as by the hand of Heaven,

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.

In truth, I slept it out. At times, indeed,

A sound came to my ears, as it had been
The distant roar of wheels, and then I dreamt