THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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HERMIT.
ROVANI.
Like one distraught, or cast him on the ground
In all the frantic violence of despair.
I have watch'd by him, but from thee alone
He will hear words of counsel or of peace.
Thy voice, perhaps, will calm a stormy spirit
That ne'er has known control.
HERMIT.
We'll lose no time, my son; I follow thee.
[Exeunt.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.—An Ante-room: Rovani discovered pacing to and fro.
ROVANI.
Their conference is long. The gentle Hermit
Has had, I fear, no easy task.—He comes!
