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A TRAGEDY.
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VALERIA.

A place in the quiet tomb with my fall'n lord,

Therein to rest my head. This is my boon.

MAHOMET.

Well, and it shall be granted, fair Valeria,

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).

No more:—I do not ask it sooner.

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).

See, with what awful loveliness she moves!

Did all our bower'd prisons e'r contain
Aught like to that?

OSMIR.

It does, indeed, a wond'rous mixture seem

Of woman's loveliness with manly state;
And yet, methinks, I feel as tho' it were