the outlaw.
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[Aside.] 'Tis she, my Isabella; down my heart,
Cease thy tumultous throbs; let me retire.
[Retires behind a rock.
I dare not speak—scarce dare I gaze
Upon her wondrous beauty. Oh! my love—
Far dearer now than when in youth I won thee!
Wert thou but true!—Oh, God! oh, God!
'Cast far from me that maddening thought!
Give back the freshness of my youthful heart,
Ere that false woman ruined every hope,
And taught me fell revenge as Heaven's best gift!
She speaketh;—no, it is the moaning wind.
[Isabella enters the castle.
So quickly gone. My day 's bright sun hath faded;
Night comes apace. On, on, now, to my exile,
Beneath yon range of wave-worn rocks.
Cease thy tumultous throbs; let me retire.
[Retires behind a rock.
I dare not speak—scarce dare I gaze
Upon her wondrous beauty. Oh! my love—
Far dearer now than when in youth I won thee!
Wert thou but true!—Oh, God! oh, God!
'Cast far from me that maddening thought!
Give back the freshness of my youthful heart,
Ere that false woman ruined every hope,
And taught me fell revenge as Heaven's best gift!
She speaketh;—no, it is the moaning wind.
[Isabella enters the castle.
So quickly gone. My day 's bright sun hath faded;
Night comes apace. On, on, now, to my exile,
Beneath yon range of wave-worn rocks.
SCENE III,—Room in the Tower.
Lady Isabella.
L. Isabel. Three years have passed since my imprisonment.
Oh, weary hours, with nought to make their lapse
Oh, weary hours, with nought to make their lapse
