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THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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But all in vain,—the enemy advance;
They gain the pass, and our base varlets yield.

(Voice without.)

Bear in the lady there; 'tis desperation!


(Second Voice without.)

Resistance now is vain; bear in the lady!


(Third Voice without.)

A miracle! a miracle!


FIRST WOMAN.

What is't? Why call they out a miracle?


SECOND WOMAN.

Hast thou not eyes to see? Upon our side

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.

And see! there is another miracle!

See Ludoviquo fighting by his side!
Who could have thought our gentle seneschal
Had pith and soul enough to fight so bravely?