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As from the fulness of a heart o'ercharged
With loyal love. Oh! never, never more
Let tears or smiles be trusted! When thy king
Went forth on his disastrous enterprise,
Upon thy bed of sickness thou wast laid,
And he stood o'er thee with the look of one
Who leaves a dying brother, and his eyes
Were filled with tears like thine. No! not like thine :
His bosom knew no falsehood, and he deemed
Thine clear and stainless as a warrior's shield,
Wherein high deeds and noble forms alone
Are brightly imaged forth.

Sylv.What now avail
These recollections?

Sebast.What? I have seen thee shrink,
As a murderer from the eye of light before me,
I have earned, (how dearly and how bitterly
It matters not, but I have earned at last)
Deep knowledge, fearful wisdom. Now! begone!
Hence to thy guests, and fear not, though arraigned