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Should pass away!—For she, his daughter too,
Moves upon earth as some bright thing whose time
To sojourn there is short.
FIFTH CITIZEN.
When she is gone!—Her voice—the very sound
Of her soft step was comfort, as she moved
Through the still house of mourning!—Who like her
Shall give us hope again?
OLD CITIZEN.
And with a mien how changed!—A hurrying step,
And a flush'd cheek!—What may this bode?—Be still!
Ximena enters, with Attendants carrying a Banner.
XIMENA.
What do ye here?
A CITIZEN.
XIMENA.
Girt for the toil, as travellers suddenly