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SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
Scene—The Garden of a Palace in Valencia.
Ximena, Theresa.
THERESA.
Here through the myrtles whispering, and the limes,
And shaking sweetness from the orange boughs,
Than waits you in the city.
XIMENA.
In their last need, and on their bed of death,
At which no hand doth minister but mine
That wait me in the city. Let us hence.
THERESA.
By founts, and rustling foliage, and soft winds,
Breathing of citron-groves. And will you turn
From these to scenes of death?
XIMENA.
Of summer, whispering through young flowers and leaves