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SCENE II.

Enter Palmyra.
Pal.
What may this bode?—I am undone—betray'd!—
Thrice did I meet him; thrice, with courteous action,
Woo'd him to conference; and thrice he started,
As tho' his eye had caught, within its glance,
A sudden basilisk—so struck with horror,
He from my presence shrunk, and vanish'd—Haply,
Some mood of his new jealousy—There,
Lo where he comes again!—sunk deep in thought,
Some grievous thought—within himself shut up,
And wrapt from every object—Stay I would not,
To give him more offence—first break my heart,
Wanting his healthful presence!

[Retires.