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That I had not the heart to look again,
For fear of seeing him all dashed in pieces.
For fear of seeing him all dashed in pieces.
SYLVIA.
Now I am stone indeed,
Since this news kills me not.
Ah! if the fancied death
Of her who scorned him so,
Bereft him of his life,
Just reason is it now
That this most certain death
Of him who loved me so,
Should take my life from me.
And if it cannot take me
With sorrow or with steel,
This scarf, this scarf of his,
Which not without a cause
Did follow not the ruin
Of it's lamented lord,
Now I am stone indeed,
Since this news kills me not.
Ah! if the fancied death
Of her who scorned him so,
Bereft him of his life,
Just reason is it now
That this most certain death
Of him who loved me so,
Should take my life from me.
And if it cannot take me
With sorrow or with steel,
This scarf, this scarf of his,
Which not without a cause
Did follow not the ruin
Of it's lamented lord,
