the outlaw.
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SCENE II.—A Ruinous Castle by the Sea-shore—precipitous rocks—a small boat moored.
Enter Baron Alberto and Page.
Page. Around this ruined castle oft, my Lord,
I've seen my lady wander; and the weary night
O'er-burthen with her sorrow.
B. Alber. Deem'st thou her love so perfect,
That the edge of this most doting passion
Still remains a dagger in her bosom?
Love's she him yet?
Page. My lord, of whom now speakest thou?
B. Alber. [agitated with passion.] Whom speak I of? Knave thou dost know
I know not whom I speak of—yet this much know:—
He has a serpent's tongue—a smooth and flowery speech—
Such winneth woman;—soft and fair
The curling moustache, and the clustering locks.
Ye marvel that I saw thus much, at such
A damning moment? Know then, I noted
I've seen my lady wander; and the weary night
O'er-burthen with her sorrow.
B. Alber. Deem'st thou her love so perfect,
That the edge of this most doting passion
Still remains a dagger in her bosom?
Love's she him yet?
Page. My lord, of whom now speakest thou?
B. Alber. [agitated with passion.] Whom speak I of? Knave thou dost know
I know not whom I speak of—yet this much know:—
He has a serpent's tongue—a smooth and flowery speech—
Such winneth woman;—soft and fair
The curling moustache, and the clustering locks.
Ye marvel that I saw thus much, at such
A damning moment? Know then, I noted
