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MAHOMET.

Oh sad and cruel sight! Is there no aid?

Oh live, thou wond'rous creature, and be aught
Thy soul desires to be!

VALERIA (after sinking back into a seat, supported by her Attendants).

I now am what my soul desires to be,

And what one happy moment of wound strength
Beyond the pitch of shrinking nature makes me;
Widow of Constantine, without reproach,
And worthy to partake the honour'd rest
Of the brave lord whose living love I shar'd,
As shares the noble wife a brave man's love.

MAHOMET.

Prophet of God, be there such ties as these!

Enter Rodrigo, and Othus wounded and supporting himself feebly upon his sheathed sword.

VALERIA.

And here come, in good time, my living friends:

I shall once more those gen'rous men behold,
The sad remains of those who lov'd their lord.
(Holding out a hand to each of them.)
You know, brave brothers, how it is with me;
For such you were to him, and such to me
My heart now truly owns you.