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THE BRIDE: A DRAMA.
Wend to our woods.—But wherefore smilest thou?
SAMARKOON.
FREEBOOTER.
Who has more need of favour from the gods
Than he who leads a life of lawless peril?
[Exit.
SAMARKOON (exultingly).
While poor Artina sighs and weeps unheeded,
In gallant order for thy fair new bride!
Another bridegroom and another chamber
Abide her which thou little thinkest of.
[Exit.