SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
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Or the wing'd bark to youth, that his free course
May be o'er hills and seas; and weep thou not
In thy forsaken home, for the bright world
Lies all before him, and be sure he wastes
No thought on thee!
ELMINA.
Thou dost but torture me!—My sons are kind,
And brave, and gentle.
HERNANDEZ.
The semblance of all good. Nay, stay thee yet;
I will be calm, and thou, shalt learn how earth,
The fruitful in all agonies, hath woes
Which far outweigh thine own.
ELMINA.
Whose grief is like a mother's for her sons?
HERNANDEZ.
And there were hands wrung o'er him, which had caught
Their hue from his young blood!
ELMINA.
