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ROVANI.

Ay, thou art right: Sophera moved the latch.

Enter Sophera.

GARCIO (to Sophera).

Com'st thou to tell me that the priest is gone?

SOPHERA.

The Countess did command me to inform you

She is not well, and begs that for the night
She may in solitude recruit her spirits.
She wishes you good night and peaceful sleep.
She bade me say, my Lord, her malady
Is of no ardent kind that should alarm you;
But, as she hopes, will pass away ere morn.

(Aside to Rovani, while Garcio turns away in silence.) He takes it deeply.

ROVANI (aside to her).

No, faith! a soldier is too well inured

To disappointment; knowing not at daybreak
Whether his next night's slumber shall be had
On silken couch, by some fair princess fann'd,
Or on the cold damp earth, with dead men's bones
His wounded head to pillow. No, sweet maid!
We bear such evils lightly.

SOPHERA.

'T is well ye do; and so, brave Sir, good night!

[Exit.