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SCENE THE SECOND.
Raymond.... I dare not trust in him ... Let Salviati
First to these shores return.—My father
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He knows not that to-day it pleases me
Rather to exasperate than appease these tyrants.—
Ah father! would'st thou fain now be to me
A master of endurance? Art thou he,
Than whom thy country formerly had not
A more intrepid champion? How propense,
Gelid old-age, art thou to servitude!—
Ah! if nought else by length of years is learn'd,
But how to tremble, to obey, to endure,
In silence to endure; rather than learn
Such abject arts, I chuse the bitterest death.
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