A TRAGEDY.
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My uncurb'd passions have, alas! too oft
Vexation added to that burden'd heart
I should have cheer'd and lighten'd: on my head
Rests all the blame that e'er between us pass'd,
And I alone have need to be forgiven.
(They weep on one another's necks without speaking, when an alarm bell is heard at a distance, and Constantine breaks suddenly from her.)
CONSTANTINE.
VALERIA.
(A second alarm bell heard nearer.)
CONSTANTINE.
The enemy's in motion.—I must arm,
And instantly.
VALERIA.
I have a holy relick of great power;
It is, I trust, worth all thine arms beside;
And from this hand of love thou shalt receive it.
CONSTANTINE (smiling sorrowfully).