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CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS;
VALERIA.
CONJUROR.
VALERIA.
I would not look upon thine eyes again,
And in my fancy shape thy unseen sights,
For all that e'er——Is that which lies behind
A far-extended vision? (Pausing anxiously.)
Thou wilt not answer me—well, rest it so.
But yet, O forward look for one short year,
And say who then shall be this city's lord.
CONJUROR.
Shall at that period be this city's lord.
VALERIA.
My very grateful thanks. There is thy recompense,
And this too added. (Giving him a purse, and then a ring from her hand.)
We shall meet again In happier days, when the proud crescent's low,
And thou shalt have a princely recompense.
(Turning to her Attendants as she goes away)
Come, Lucia; come, my friends; the storm will pass,