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Let this assure thee, that, though diff'rent natures
Invest us now, we are the children still
Of one great Parent; thou in mortal weeds
Of flesh and blood; I in a state inexplicable
To human comprehension.—Hear my words.

ALICE.

I listen most intently.

PHANTOM.

The room in which I died, hath a recess

Conceal'd behind the arras, long disused
And now forgotten; in it stands a casket,
The clam shell of our house is traced upon it;
Open, and read the paper therein lodged.
When my poor body is to earth committed,
Do this without delay. And now, farewell!
I must depart.

ALICE.

Ah! whither, dearest Emma? Will a moment

Transport thee to Heaven's court of blessedness,
To extasy and glory?

PHANTOM.

These are presumptuous words. My place, appointed

In mercy to a weak and sinful creature,