THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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But all in vain,—the enemy advance;
They gain the pass, and our base varlets yield.
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FIRST WOMAN.
SECOND WOMAN.
The Hermit combats, coiling round one arm
His twisted garments, whilst the other wields
A monst'rous brand, might grace a giant's grasp.
O brave! look how he fights! he doth not fight
Like mortal man: Heaven sends him to our aid.
FIRST WOMAN.
See Ludoviquo fighting by his side!
Who could have thought our gentle seneschal
Had pith and soul enough to fight so bravely?