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THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.

Till sultry noon be past. Those spreading trees
Will give you shade.
(To Gonzalos.) See'st thou Rovani coming?

GONZALOS.

No, good my lord; but through the trees I see

Your castle's turrets brighten'd with the sun.
Look there! it is a fair, enliv'ning sight.

GARCIO (turning away, after a hasty look).

I see, I see.—But wherefore stays Rovani!
(To Soldiers.) Go, choose, each as he lists, his spot of rest;
I'll keep me here.

(Gonzalos and the Soldiers retire to the bottom of the Stage, but still appear partially through the trees.)


(After musing some time.) An infant's life!
What is an infant's life? The chilly blast,
That nips the blossom, o'er the cradle breathes,
And child and dam like blighted sweetness fade.
If this should be! O, dear, uncertain bliss!
Shame on his tardy steps!—Ha! here he comes!

Enter Rovani, while Garcio runs up to him eagerly.

They are alive? they're well? And thou hast seen them?


ROVANI.

Your lady and your son?