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There is a fiery wildness in thy mien
Startling and almost fearful.

Sebast.From the stern
And vast and desolate wilderness, whose lord
Is the fierce lion, and whose gentlest wind
Breathes of the tomb, and whose dark children make
The bow and spear their law, men bear not back
That smilingness of aspect, wont to mask
The secrets of their spirits 'midst the stir
Of courts and cities. I have looked on scenes
Boundless, and strange, and terrible; I have known
Sufferings which are not in the shadowy scope
Of wild imagination; and these things
Have stamped me with their impress. Man of peace,
Thou look'st on one familiar with the extremes
Of grandeur and of misery.

Sylv.Stranger, speak
Thy name and purpose briefly, for the time
Ill suits these mysteries, I must hence; to-night
I feast the lords of Spain.