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CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS;
VALERIA.
Whose grandsire, tho' a brave and sov'reign prince,
Was piece-meal torn by a ferocious mob?
LUCIA.
Perhaps to move your pity: heed it not.
VALERIA.
The wild contention of these fearful times?
Each day comes bearing on its weight of ills,
With a to-morrow shadow'd at its back
More fearful than itself. A dark progression—
And the dark end of all, what will it be?
LUCIA.
Our noble emperor has on his side
The dark and potent powers.
VALERIA.
LUCIA.
Who sees strange visions rise before his sight
Of things to come, hath solemnly pronounc'd it,