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VALERIA.
Therein to rest my head. This is my boon.
MAHOMET.
When that fair form is fitted for such rest.
But whilst—(Approaching her with an air of freer admiration.)
VALERIA (putting him at a distance haughtily).
Yet that it he a sealed deed between us,
Permit me here to put into your hands
A mark'd memorial. Some few paces off
It is deposited; I will return
And give it to you instantly. (Exit, attended by Lucia, Ella, &c.)
MAHOMET (to Osmir, looking after her as she goes out).
Did all our bower'd prisons e'r contain
Aught like to that?
OSMIR.
Of woman's loveliness with manly state;
And yet, methinks, I feel as tho' it were