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Geraldi.
My beloved,
The hour of my departure is at hand,
Oh, arm thy gentle bosom to endure
The dreaded moment; would thy faithful heart
Could learn a lesson of forgetfulness!
The sight of thy keen agony alone
Will bind me to this earth.
Veronica.
My Geraldi,
I can endure an age of misery,
If I have hope that we shall meet in Heaven,
And love as we have loved on earth; my soul,
I do conjure thee, tell me, dost thou think
It will be so?
Geraldi.
So near my death, my tongue
Dares not equivocate, though to mislead
Thy spirit with a false belief, would spare,
Thy tender heart a pang, and give me joy
