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SCENE THE SECOND.
Rosmunda.Ros.
How much I hate her not e'en I can tell ...
There are sufficient reasons for this hatred;
But it too nearly doth concern my peace
The cause most irrefragable and valid
Not to investigate. A dreadful doubt
Distracts my heart ... But perhaps I am deceived ...
Ah! no; there is no doubt; the certainty
Is no less positive than desperate.
My consort, with those alienated looks,
Beholds her not, with which the murderer
Should contemplate the daughter of the murdered.
He speaks sometimes without aversion to her;
And also speaks without aversion of her.
Perhaps by her false insinuating arts,
For I can ne'er impute it to her charms,
He is entangled? ... This suspicion never
Shall ripen into certainty. Far, far,
From hence, for ever be Romilda; far ...
At such a thought I feel my burning blood
Rush through each throbbing vein. Must I, in thee.
Oh Alboino's execrated child,
A rival also find? Suspicion, hence ...
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Whether or not I am deceived.
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