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CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS;
What dost thou see? thou look'st on things most dreadful!
O look not thus, but say what thou dost see!
CONJUROR.
In bold defiance meet thy valiant lord.
The fight is fierce and bloody.
VALERIA.
Had thou no utterance for what thou see'st?
O God! O God! thou look'st upon his death!
(Clasping her hands violently.)
Dost thou not speak? wilt thou not answer me?
Thou look'st upon his death!
CONJUROR.
Have broke the fabric of my air-shap'd vision,
And all is blank.
VALERIA.
O fix thine eyes, and to it bend thy soul
Intently, if it still may rise before thee,
For thou had made me frantic!
CONJUROR. (after a pause, and fixing his eyes as before).