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know, Whence came the scarf you wear? _Otti._ This scarf----Alas! A paltry toy! a very soldier's present. _Estel._ A soldier's! _Otti._ Ay. 'Twas sent me from the camp: But with such bitter taunts on her who wrought it---- Breathed ever mortal man such thoughts of me, _My_ heart would break or _his_ should bleed for it! _Estel._ Say you? _Otti._ Nay mark--"Receive, proud fair,"--thus ran the letter-- "This scarf, forced on me by a hand I loath, With many an amorous word and tasteless kiss! As I for thee, so burns for me the wanton; To me as thine, cold is my heart to her; Nor canst thou more despise the gift than I Scorn the fond fool who gave it!"---- _Amel._ Oh! my heart! _Inis._ Look to the Princess. _Otti._ [_Starting._] Ha! _Estel._ She faints! _Amel._ No, no, 'Tis nothing--mid-day's heat--the o'erpowering sun-- I'll in and rest. _Otti._ Princess, permit---- _Amel._ No lady! I need no aid of thine--In, in, Estella. Oh! cruel, false Caesario! [_Exit with_ Estella, Inis, _and Ladies_.] _Otti._ [_Alone._] Ha! is't so? And flies my falcon at so high a lure? The princess! 'tis the princess that he loves!-- And shall I calmly see her bear away This dear-bought prize, my secret crime's reward, My lord, my love, my life, my all?----She dies! [_Exit._ _End of Act I._ ACT II. SCENE I. _A hall in_ Caesario's _palace_. [_Shouts heard without._] _Enter_ Caesario [_a general's staff in his hand_] _followed by_ Henriquez, _citizens and soldiers_. _Caesa._ Thanks, worthy friends! No further!--Pleased I hear These shouts, which thank me for Alfonso's safety! But though _my_ arms have quelled the Moors, your love Alone can shield him from a foe more dangerous, From his proud rebel son!--Farewell, assured I live but for your use! _First Citi._ Long live Caesario! _Sec. Citi._ Long live the conqueror of the Moors! _All._ Huzza! [_Exeunt._ _Manent_ Caesario _and_ Henriquez. _Caesa._ Kind friends, farewell!--Ay, shout, ye brawlers, shout! Pour out unmeaning praise till the skies ring! 'Twill school your deep-toned throats to roar tomorrow, --"Long live Caesario! Sovereign of Castile!"-- Mark you, Henriquez, how the royal dotard Hung on my neck, termed me his kingdom's angel, His friend, his saviour, his----Oh! my tongue burned To thunder in his startled ear----"The man Who raised this war, and fired your son's ambition, Your daughter's husband,
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