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The graces, little loves, and young desires inhabit; Luc. Oh, hear me, hear your ever faithful But all that gaze upon 'em are undone;

creature! For they are false, luxurious in their appetites, By all the good I wish, by all the ill And all the hear'n they hope for is variety: My trembling heart forebodes, let me entreat you One lover to another still succeeds,

Never to see this faithless man again;
Another, and another after that,

Let me forbid his coming.
And the last fool is welcome as the former; Cal. On thy life
Till having lov'd his hour out, he gives place, ! charge thee no: my genius drives me on;
And mingles with the herd that went before him. I must, I will behold him once again :
Lav. Can there be such, and have they peace Perhaps it is the crisis of my fate,
of mind?

And this one interview shall end my cares.
Have they, in all the series of their changing, My lab'ring heart, that swells with indignation,
One happy hour? If women are such things, Heaves to discharge the burden; that once done,
How was I form’d so diff'rent from my sex? The busy thing shall rest within its cell,
My little heart is satisfy'd with you; And never beat again.
You take up all her room as in a cottage

Luc. Trust not to tbat: Which barbours some benighted princely Rage is the shortest passion of our souls: stranger,

Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden show'rs. Where the good man, proud of his hospitality, It swells in haste, and falls again as soon; Yields all his homely' dwelling to his guest, Still as it ebbs the softer thoughts flow in, And hardly keeps a corner for himself. And the deceiver, love, supplies its place. Hor. Oh, were they all like thee, men would Cal. I have been wrongd enough to arm adore 'em,

my temper And all the business of their lives be loving; Against the smooth delusion; but, alas! The nuptial band should be the pledge of peace, (Chide not my weakness, gentle maid, but And all dornestic cares and quarrels cease!

pity me) The world should learn to love by virtuous rules, A woman's softness hangs about me still; And marriage be no more the jest of fools. Then let me blush, and tell thee all my folly.

[Exeunt. I swear I could not see the dear betrayer

Kneel at my feet and sigh to be forgiv'n,

But my relenting heart would pardon all,
SCENE I. -A Hall.

And quite forget 'twas he that bad undone me.

[Exit Lucilla. Cal. Be dumb for ever, silent as the grave, Ha! Altamont! Calista, now be wary, Nor let thy fond, officious love disturb And guard thy soul's excesses with dissembling: My solemn sadness with the sound of joy. Nor let this hostile husband's eyes explore If thou wilt sooth me, tell some dismal tale The warring, passions and tumultuous thoughts Of pining discontent, and black despair; That rage

within thee, and deform thy reason. For, oh! I've gone around through all my

Enter ALTAMONT. thoughts, But all are indignation, love, or shame, All. Be gone, my cares, I give you to the winds, And

my dear peace of mind is lost for ever. Far to be borne, far from the happy Altamont; Luc. Why do

follow still that wand- Calista is the mistress of the year;

She crowns the seasons with suspicious beauty, That has misled your wcary steps, and leaves you And bids ev’n all my hours be good and joyful. Benighted in a wilderness of woe,

Cal. If I were ever mistress of such happiness, That false Lothario ? Turn from the deceiver; Oh! wherefore did I play th’unthrifty fool, Turn, and behold where gentle Altamont, And, wasting all on others, leave myself Sighs at your feet, and woos you to be happy. Without one thought of joy to give me comfort?

Cal. Away! I think not of him. My sad soul Alt. Ob, mighty love! Shall that fair face Has form'd a dismal, melancholy scene,

profane Such a retreat as I would wish to find; This thy great festival with frowns and sadness? An unfrequented vale, o'ergrown with trees I swear it sha'not be, for I will woo thee Mossy and old, within whose lonesome shade With sighs so moving, with so warm a transport, Ravens and birds ill-omen'd only dwell: That' thou shalt catch the gentle flame from me, No sound to break the silence, but a brook And kindle into joy. That bubbling winds among the weeds: no mark Cal. I tell thee, Altamont, Of any human shape that had been there, Such hearts as ours were never paird above: Unless a skeleton of some poor wretch, II suited to each other: join'd, not match'd ; Who had long since, like me, by love undone, Some sullen influence, a foe to both, Sought that sad place out to despair and die in. Has' wrought this fatal marriage to undo us. Luc. Alas, for pity!

Mark but the frame and temper of our minds, Cal. There I fain would hide me

How very much we differ. Evin this day, From the base world, from malice, and from That fills thee with such ecstacy and transport, shame;

To me brings nothing that should make me For 'tis the solemn counsel of my soul

bless it, Never to live with public loss of honour: Or think it better than the day before, 'Tis fix'd to die, rather than bear the insolence Or any other in the course of time, Of each affected she that tells my story, That duly took its turn, and was forgotten. And blesses her good stars that she is virtuous.

Alt. If to behold thee as my pledge of To be a tale for fools! Scorn'd by the women,

happiness, Apd pity'd by the men! Oh, insupportable! To know none fair, none excellent, but thee;

ring fire,

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my friend

I would pursue,

the light;

If still to love thee with unweary'd constancy,

Through 'ev'ry season, ev'ry change of life, Hor. Still I must doubt some myslery of
Be worth the least return of grateful love,

Oh, then let my Calista bless this day, Some artifice beneath. Lothario's father!
And set it down for happy.

I know him well; he was sagacious, cunning,
Cal. Tis the day

Fluent in words, and bold in peaceful counsels,
la which my father gave my hand to Altamont; But of a cold, unactive hand in war;
As such, I will remember it for ever. Yet, with these coward's virtues, he undid
Enter Sciolto, Horatio, and LAVINIA.

My unsuspecting, valiant, honest friend.

This son, 'if fame mistakes not, is more hot,
Sci. Let mirth go on, let pleasure know More open and unartful-

po pause,
But fill up ev'ry minute of this day.

Re-enter LOTHARIO and RossANO. Tis yours, my children, sacred to your loves; Ha! he's here!

Seeing him. The glorious sun himself for you looks

gay; Loth. Damnation! He again!— This second He shines for Altamont and for Calista.

time Let there be music, let the master touch To-day he has cross'd me like my evil genius. The sprightly string and softly-breathing flute, Hor. I sought you, sir. Till harmony rouse ev'ry gentle passion; Loth. 'Tis well then I am found. Teach the cold maid to lose her fears in love, Hor. 'Tis well you are. The man who wrongs And the fierce youth to languish at her feet. Begin: ev'n age itself is cheer'd with music; To the earth's utmost verge It wakes a glad remembrance of our youth, No place, though e'er so holy, should protect him; Calls back past joys, and warms us into transport. No shape that artful fear e'er form’d should


bide him, Take care my gates be open, bid all welcome; Till he fair answer made, and did me justice. All who rejoice with me to-day are friends : Loth. Ha! dost thou know me? that I am Let each indulge his genius, each be glad,

Lothario ? Jocund, and free, and swell the feast with mirth; As great a name as this proud city boasts of. The sprightly bowl shall cheerfully go round, Who is this mighty man, then, this Horatio, None shall be grave, nor too severely wise; That I should basely hide me from his anger, Losses and disappointments

, cares and poverty, Lest he should chide me for his friend's disThe rich man's insolence, and great man's scorn,

pleasure? In wine shall be forgotten all

. To-morrow Hor. The brave, 'tis true, do never shun Will be too soon to ihink and to be wretched. Oh grant, ye pow'rs, that I may see these happy, Just are their thoughts, and open are their [Pointing to Altamont and Calista.

tempers, Completely blest, and I have life enough! Still are they found in the fair face of day, And leave the rest indifferently to fate. (Exeunt. And heav'n and men are judges of their actions. Hor. What if, while all are here intent on Loth. Such let 'em bé of mine; there's not revelling,

a purpose I privately went forth, and sought Lothario ? Which my soul e'er fram'd, or my hand acted, This letter may be forg'd! perhaps the wantonness But I could well bave bid the world look on, Of bis vain youth, io stain a lady's fame; And what I once durst do, have dar'd to justily. Perbaps his malice to disturb my friend. Hor. Where was this open boldness, this free Oh, no! my heart forebodes it must be true.

spirit, Methought, er'o now, I mark'd the starls of guilt When but this very morning I surpris’d thee, That shook her soul; though damn'd dissimulation In base, dishonest privacy, consulting Screen'd her dark thoughis, and set to public view And bribing a poor mercenary wretch, A specious face of innocence and beauty. To sell her lady's secrets, stain her honour, With such smooth looks and many a gentle word, And, with a forg'd contrivance, blast her virtue?The first fair she beguil'd ber 'easy lord; At sight of me thou fled'st. Too blind with love and beauty to beware, Loth. Ha! fled from thee? He fell unthinking in the fatal snare; Hor. Thou fled'st, and guilt was on thee like Nor could believe that such a heav'nly face

a thief, Had bargain'd with the devil, to damn her A pilferer, descry'd in some dark corner,

wretched race. [E.xit. Who there bad lodg’d, with mischievous intent, SCENE II.— The Garden of Sciolto's Palace. To rob and ravage at the hour of rest,

And do a midnight murder on the sleepers. Enter LOTHARJO and ROSSANO.

Loth. Slave! villain! Loth. To tell thee then the purport of my [Offers to draw; Rossano holds him. thoughts ;

Ros. Hold, my lord! think where you are, The loss of this fond paper would not give me Think how unsafe and burtful to your honour A moment of disquiet, were it not

It were to urge a quarrel in this place,
My instrument of vengeance on this Altamont; And shock the peaceful city with a broil.
Therefore I mean to wait some opportunity Loth. Then, since thou dost provoke my
Of speaking with the maid we saw this morning.

Ros. I wish you, sir, to think upon the danger I would not, for this city's wealth, for all
Of being seen; to-day their friends are round'em; Which the sea wafts to our Ligurian shore,
And any eye that lights by chance on you, But that the joys I reap'd with that sond wanton,
Shall put your life and safety to the hazard. The wife of Altamont, should be as public

[Exeunt. As is the noon-day sun, air, earth, or water,

vengeance, know


Or any common benefit of nature.

Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave. Think'st thou I meant the shame should be Hor. What liberty has vain presumptuous conceal'd?

youth, Oh, no! by hell and vengeance, all I wanted That thou shouldst dare provoke me unchastis’d? Was some fit messenger to bear the news But henceforth, boy, I warn thee, shun my walks. To the dull doating husband: now I have found If in the bounds of this forbidden place him,

Again thou'rt found, expect a punishment, And thou art he.

Such as great souls, impatient of an injury, Hor. I hold thee base enough

Exact from those who wrong 'em much, ev'n To break through law, and spurn at sacred order,

death; And do a brutal injury like this.

Or something worse : an injur'd husband's Yet mark me well, young lord; I think Calista

vengeance Too nice, too noble, and too great of soul, Shall print a thousand wounds, tear thy fine form, To be the prey of such a thing as thou art. And scatter thee to all the winds of heav'n. 'Twas base and poor, unworthy of a man, Loth. Is then my way in Genoa prescrib'd To forge a scroll so villanous and loose, By a dependent on the wretched Altamont, And mark it with a noble lady's name: A talking sir, that brawls for him in taverns, These are the mean dishonest arts of cowards, And vouches for his valour's reputation? Who, bred at home in idleness and riot, Hor. Away! thy speech is fouler than thy Ransack for mistresses th' unwholesome stews, And never know the worth of virtuous love. Loth. Or, if there be a name more vile, bis Loth. Think'st thou I forg’d the letter? Think

parasite; so still,

A beggar's parasite! Till the broad shame come staring in thy face, Hor. Now learn humanity, And boys shall hoot the cuckold as he passes. [Offers to strike him ; Rossano interposes.

Hor. Away! no woman could descend so low: Since brutes and boys are only taught with blows. A skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are; Loth. Damnation !

[They draw. Fit only for yourselves, you herd together; Ross. Hold, this goes no further here. And when the circling glass warms your vain Loth. Oh, Rossano! hearis,

Or give me way, or thou'rt no more my friend. You talk of beauties that you never saw, Ros. Sciolto's servants, sir, have ta’en th' And fancy raptures that you never knew.

alarm; Loth. But that I do not hold it worth my leisure, You'll be oppress'd by numbers. Be advis'd, I could produce such damning proof - Or I must force you hence. Hor. 'Tis false!

Loth. This wo'not brook delay; You blast the fair with lies, because they scorn West of the town a mile, among the rocks, you,

Two hours ere noon, to-morrow, I expect thee, Hate you like age, like ugliness and impotence: Thy single hand to mine. Rather than make you blest, they would die Hor. I'll meet thee there. virgins,

Loth. To-morrow, oh, my better stars! toAnd stop the propagation of mankind.

Loth. It is the curse of fools to be secure, Exert your influence; shine strongly for me ; And that be thine and Altamont's. Dream on; 'Tis not a common conquest I would gain, Nor think upon my vengeance till thou feel'st it. Since love as well as arms must grace my triumph. Hor. Hold, sir; another word, and then

[Ereunt Lothario and Rossano. farewell.

Hor. Two hours ere noon to-morrow! ba! Though I think greatly of Calista's virtue, And hold it far beyond thy power to burt; He sees Calista! Oh, unthinking fool Yet, as she shares ibe honour of my Altamont, What if I urg'd her with the crime and danger? That treasure of a soldier, bought with blood, If any spark from heav'n remain unquench'd And kept at life's expense, I must not have Within her breast, my breath perhaps may (Mark me, young sir) her very name profan'd.

wake it. Learn to restrain the licence of your speech : Could I but prosper there, I would not doubt 'Tis held you are too lavish. When you are met My combat with that loud vain-glorious boaster. Among your set of fools, talk of your dress, Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, of dice, of whores, of horses, and yourselves; Did you but think how seldom fools are just. 'Tis safer, and becomes your understandings. So many of your sex would not in vain Loth. What if we pass beyond this solemn or broken Vows, and faithless men, complain : order,

Of all the various wretches love has made, And, in defiance of the stern Horatio, How few have been by men of sense betray'd ? Indulge our gayer thoughts, let laughter loose, Convinc'd by reason, they your pow'r confess, And use his sacred friendship for our mirtb? Pleas'd to be happy, as you're pleas'd to bless,

Hor. 'Tis well, sir, you are pleasant- And, conscious of your worth, can never love Loth. By the joys

[Erit. Which my soul' yet has uncontrol'd pursu'd, I would not turn aside from my least pleasure,

ACT III. Though all thy force were arm'd to bar my way; Scene l. - An Apartment in Sciolto's Palact. But like the birds, great nature's happy com

Enter Sciolto and CALISTA. moners, That haunt in woods, in meads, and flow'ry Sci. Now, by my life, my bonour, 'tis too gardens,

much! Rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits, Have I not mark'd thee, wayward as thou art


ere that

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the same,

Perverse and sullen all this day of joy? Hor. Are you not one? Are you not join'd When every beart was cheer'd and mirth

by heav'n, went round,

Each interwoven with the other's fate? Sorrow, displeasure, and repining anguish Then who can give his friendship but to one ? Sat on thy brow.

Who can be Altamont's and not Calista's ? Cal. Is then the task of duty half perform’d? Cal. Force, and the wills of our imperious Has not your daughter given herself to Altamont,

rulers, Yielded the native freedom of her will May bind two bodies in one wretched chain; To an imperious husband's lordly rule, But minds will still look back to their own choice. To gratify a father's, stern command ?

Hor. When souls that should

agree to will Sci. Dost thou complain? Cal. For pity do not frown then,

To have one common object for their wishes, If in despite of all my vow'd obedience, Look different ways, regardless of each other, A sigh breaks out, or a tear falls by chance: Think what a train of wretchedness ensues: For, oh! that sorrow which has drawn your Love shall be banish'd from the genial bed, anger,

The night shall all be lonely and unquiet, Is the sad native of Calista's breast.

And ev'ry day shall be a day of cares. Sci. Now by the sacred dust of that dear saint Cal. Then all the boasted office of thy That was thy mother; by her wondrous goodness,

friendship, Her soft, her tender, most complying sweetness, Was but to tell Calista what a wretch she is. I swear, some sullen thought that shuns the light, Alas! what needeth that? Lurks underneath that sadness in thy visage. Hor. Oh! rather say, But mark me well, though by yon 'heaven II came to tell her how she might be happy; love thee

To sooth the secret anguish of her soul; As much, I think, as a fond parent can; To comfort that fair mourner, that forlorn one, Yet shouldst thou (which the pow'rs above forbid) And teach her steps to know the paths of peace. E'er stain the honour of thy name with infamy, Cal. Say, thou, to whom this paradise is I'll cast thee off, as one whose impious hands

known, Had rent asunder pature's nearest ties, Where lies the blissful region ? Mark my way Which once divided, never join again.

to it; To-day I've made a noble youth thy husband; For, oh!

'tis sure, I long to be at rest. Consider well his worth; reward his love; Hor. Then — to be good is to be happyBe willing to be happy, and thou art so.

Angels [Exit

. Are bappier than mankind, because they're Cal. How hard is the condition of our sex,

better. Through ev'ry state of life the slaves of man ! Guilt is the source of sorrow; 'tis the fiend, In all the dear delightful days of youth Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behind A rigid father dictates to our wills,

With whips and stings. The blest know none And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand.

of this, To his, the tyrant husband's reign succeeds; But rest in everlasting peace of mind, Proud with opinion of superior reason,

And find the height of all their heav'n is goodness. lle bolds domestic bus'ness and devotion Cal. And what bold parasite's officious tongue All we are capable to know, and shuts us, Shall dare to tax Calista's name with guilt? Like cloister'd idiots, from the world's ac- Hor. None should; but 'tis a busy, talking quaintance,

world, And all the joys of freedom. Wherefore are we That with licentious breath blows like the wind, Born with high souls, but to assert ourselves, As freely on the palace as the cottage. Shake off this vile obedience they exact, Col. What mystic riddle lurks beneath thy And claim an equal empire o'er the world ?

[She sits down. Which thou wouldst seem unwilling to express,

As if it meant dishonour to my virtue?

Away with this ambiguous shuffling phrase,
Hor. She's bere! yet, oh! my tongue is at a loss. And let thy oracle be understood.
Teach me, some pow'r, that happy art of speech, Hor. Lothario!
To dress my purpose up in gracious words; Cal. Ha! what wouldst thou mean by him?
Such as may softly steal upon her soul, Hor. Lothario and Calista! – Thus they join
And never waken the tempestuous passions. Two names, which heav'n decreed should never
By bear'n she weeps !-Forgive me, fair Calista,

[She starts up. Hence bave the talkers of this populous city If I presume on privilege of friendship, A shameful cale to tell, for public sport, To join my grief io yours, and mourn the evils Of an unhappy beauty, a false fair one, Thai hurt your peace, and quench those eyes Who plighted to a noble youth her faith, in tears.

When she had giv'n her honour to a wrelch. Cal. To steal unlook'd for, on my private

Cal. Death and confusion! Have I liv'd to this? sorrow,

Thus to be treated with unmanly insolence ! Speaks not the man of honour, nor the friend, To be the sport of a loose rullian's longue ! But rather means the spy.

Thus to be us'd! thus! like the vilest creature Hor. Unkindly said !

That ever was a slave to vice and infamy. For, oh! as sure as you accuse me falsely, Hor. By honour and fair truth, you wrong I come to prove myself Calista's friend.

me much; Cal. You are my husband's friend, the friend For, on my soul, nothing but strong necessity of Altamont !

Could urge my tongue to this ungrateful office.


I came with strong reluctance, as if death Alt. My friend!
Had stood across my way to save your honour, Could he do this? Have I not found him just,
Yours and Sciolto's, yours and Altamont's; Honest as truth itself? and could he break
Like one who ventures through a burning pile, The sanctity of friendship? Could be wound
To save his tender wife, with all her brood The heart of Allamont in his Calista?
Of little fondlings, from the dreadful ruin. Cal. I thought what justice I should find
Cul. Is this the famous friend of Altamont,

from thee!
For noble worth and deeds of arms renown'd? Go fawn upon him, listen to his tale,
Is this the tale-bearing oflicious fellow, Thou art perhaps confederate in his mischief,
That watches for intelligence from eyes; And wilt believe the legend, if be tells it.
This wretched Argus of a jealous husband, Alt. Ob, impious! what presumptuous wretch
That fills his easy ears with monstrous tales,

shall dare And makes him toss, and rave, and wreak To offer at an injury like that? at length

Priesthood, nor age, nor cowardice itself, Bloody revenge on his defenceless wife, Shall save him from the fury of my vengeance. Who guiltless dies, because her fool rạn mad? Cal. The man who dar'd to do it was Horatio ;

Hor. Alas! this rage is vain; for if your fame Thy darling friend; 'twas Altamont's Horatio. Or peace be worth your care, you must be calm, But mark me well; while thy divided heart, And listen to the means are left to save 'em. Dotes on a villain that has wrong'd me thus, 'Tis now the lucky minute of your

fate. No force shall drag me to thy hated bed. By me your genius speaks, by me it warns you, Nor can my cruel father's pow'r do more Never to see that curs'd Loibario more; Than shut me in a cloister: there, well pleas’d, Unless you mean to be despis’d, be shunn'd Religious hardships will I learn to bear, By all our virtuous maids and noble matrons; To fast and freeze at midnight hours of pray’r: Unless you have devoted this rare beauty Nor think it hard, within a lonely cell, To infamy, diseases, prostitution

With melancholy, speechless saints to dwell; Cal. Dishonour blast thee, base, unmanner'a But bless the day I io that refuge ran, slave!

Free from the marriage chain, and from that That dar'st forget my birth, and sacred sex,

tyrant, man.

Erit. And shock me with the rude, unhallow'd sound! Alt. She's gone; and as she went, ten thouHor. Here kneel, and in the awful face of

sand fires heav'n

Shot from her, angry eyes; as if she meant Breathe out a solemn vow, never to see, Too well to keep the cruel vow she made. Nor think, if possible, on him that ruin’d thee; Now, as thou art a man, floratio, tell me, Or, by my Altamont's dear life, I swear, What means this wild confusion in thy looks; This paper; nay, you must not lly -- This paper, As if thou' wert at variance with thyself,

(Holding her. Madness and reason combating with thee, This guilty paper shall divulge your shame. And thou wert doubtful which should get the Cal. What mean’st thou bý that paper ?

better? What contrivance

Hor. I would be dumb for ever; but thy fate Hast thou been forging to deceive my father;llas otherwise decreed it. Thou hast seen To turn his heart against his wretched daughter; That idol of thy soul, that fair Calista; That Altamont and thou may share his wealth? Thou hast beheld her tears. A wrong like this will make me ev'n forget Alt. I have seen her weep; The weakness of my sex.—Oh, for a sword, I have seen that lovely one, that dear Calista, To urge my vengeance on the villain's hand Complaining, in the bitterness of sorrow, That forg’d the scroll!

That' thou, my

friend Horatio, thou hast Hor. Behold! Can this be forg'd ?

wrong’d her. See where Calista's name

Hor. That I have wrong'd her! Had ber [Showing the Letter near. Col. To atoms ihus,

[l'earing it. From that rich stream wbich warms her bearl, Thus let me tear the vile, detested falsehood,

and number'd The wicked, lying evidence of shame. For ev'ry falling tear a drop of blood, Hor. Confusion!

It had not been too much; for she has ruin'd Cal. Henceforth, thou officious fool,

thee, Meddle no more, nor dare, ev'n on thy life, Ev’n thee, my Altamont. She has undone thee. To breathe an accent that may touch my virtue. Alt Dost thou join ruin with Calista's name? I am myself the guardian of my honour, What is so fair, so exquisitely good ? And will not bear so insolent a monitor. Is she not more than painting can express,

Or youthful poets fancy wben they love? Enter ALTAMONT.

Does she not come, like wisdom, or good fortune, Alt. Where is my life, my love, my charm- Replele with blessings, giving wealth and ing bride,

honour? Joy of my heart, and pleasure of my cyes? Hor. It had been better thou hadst liv'd a Disorder'd !-and in tears!—floratio too!

beggar, My friend is in amaze - Wbat can it mean? And fed on scraps at great men's surly doors, Tell me, Calista, who has done thee wrong, Than to have match'd with one so false, so fatal. That my swist sword


find out the offender, Alt. It is too much for friendship to allow thee. And do thee ample justice.

Because I tamely bore the wrong thou didst her, Cal. Turn to him.

Thou dost avow the barb'rous, brutal part, Alt. Horatio !

And urge the injury ev'n to


face. Cal. To that insolent.

Hor. I see she has got possession of thy heart,

eyes been fed

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