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CXXIV.
Another part of the Wood; enter Celmond and Bertha.Ber.
This darkness doth affray my woman's breast;
How sable is the spreading sky array'd!
Happy the cottager, who lives to rest,
Nor is at night's affrighting hue dismayed.
The stars do scantily the sable braid;
Wide are the silver gleams of comfort wove.
Speak, Celmond, does it make thee not afraid?
Cel.
Darker the night, the fitter time for love.
Ber.
Sayest thou for love? ah! love is far away.
Fain would I see once more the ruddy beams of day.
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