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Scene VII.
Justina.Justina.
'Gainst the clouds that round me lower
I appeal to heaven's high power;
Let this spectre of my fame—
As before the wind the flame—
As before the frost the flower,
Vanish, die. ... But, woe is me!
Who is here to heed my moan?
Was there not a man with me?
Yes. But no: I am alone:
No. But yes: for I could see.
Where so quickly could he fly?
Was he born of my unrest?
Oh! my danger's manifest ...
Father! friend! Lysander! I
Call. ...
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