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SCENE the Royal Tent.
Enter Cristina and Mariana.
Cristina.
Hark! Mariana, list!—No—All is silent—
It was not Fancy sure—didst thou hear aught?

Mar.
Too plain, the Voice of Terror seiz'd my Ear,
And my Heart sinks within me.

Cristina.
O, I fear
The War is now at Work—As Winds, methought,
Long borne thro' hollow Vaults, the Sound approach'd;
One Sound, yet laden with a thousand Notes
Of fearful Variation; then it swell'd
To distant Shouts, now coming on the Gale;
Again borne backward with a parting Groan,
All sunk to horrid Stillness.

Mar.
Look, my Princess,
Ah, no! withold thy Eyes! the Place grows dark,
A sudden Cloud of Sorrow stains the Day,
And throws its Gloom around.