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Scene VII.

—The seashore crowded with people.
Enter Lorenzo, Querini, and Knight of St. John.
Quer.
Be of good cheer, you will win! And for the moment
Your loss is nobler than the gain of others.
To strive for such a prize, revenge such beauty,
With such an enemy to strive in arms,
Lifts manhood up to its divinest height,
Crests it as 'twere with fire from nobler spheres!
Oh me! this wound......I thought to share your glory!

[Swoons.
Knight of St. John.
And as for me, heaven and Saint John forgive!
With scarce more joy upon Damascus' walls

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This hand would plant the Cross, than it would rend
The flaunting raven from yon Pagan's mast!

Lor.
Rejoice your own hearts with these brilliant fancies!
To set my foot upon mine enemy's neck,
To bring my bride back safely to her home,
Were joy enough, let who will have the glory—
And I will perish ere be balked of it!

[Exeunt Lorenzo and Knight of St. John, and embark.