 | Julia ; Or, The Italian Lover
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SCENE I.
A Chamber in Durazzo's Palace.
Julia,
alone at a Table, putting up papers which she has been
reading. She presses them passionately to her heart, kisses
them, and speaks.
Dear, sad remembrances, my tears have stain'd you.
O, foolish drops, wash not away my treasure!
Unenvied, unobserv'd, and solitary,
Let me indulge this luxury of grief.
My Claudio's soul was pour'd out on these papers;
And every little word recalls him to me,
Lovely, belov'd, in beauty's manly bloom,
Protesting welcome vows, and breathing passion.
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