Miscellanies in Prose and Verse By Anna Williams |
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Miscellanies in Prose and Verse | ||
SCENE XII.
[To her.]GERNANDO.
While my friend
Leaves me alone to grief, here let me turn
And kiss this precious rock.—But ha! what would
Yon female form! From whence! What can it mean!
CONSTANTIA.
Perchance, Constantia, all thy toil is vain,
And what thou here hast wrought shall ne'er be known.
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Constantia! O ye Pow'rs! my wife!
[Embracing her.
CONSTANTIA.
[Turning she knows him.
Ah! Traitor!
I can no more—
[Faints.
GERNANDO.
My life! She hears me not—
O Heav'n! her senses fail—some cooling stream—
Where shall I find—not far from hence I view'd
A crystal rivulet—but must I leave
My treasure thus alone—yes—one short moment
Shall bring me back impatient to her sight.
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