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Most likely that, I doubt. ROS. No, no--for look! A square of darkness opening in it-- FIFE. Oh, I don't half like such openings!-- ROS. Like the loom Of night from which she spins her outer gloom-- FIFE. Lord, Madam, pray forbear this tragic vein In such a time and place-- ROS. And now again Within that square of darkness, look! a light That feels its way with hesitating pulse, As we do, through the darkness that it drives To blacken into deeper night beyond. FIFE. In which could we follow that light's example, As might some English Bardolph with his nose, We might defy the sunset--Hark, a chain! ROS. And now a lamp, a lamp! And now the hand That carries it. FIFE. Oh, Lord! that dreadful chain! ROS. And now the bearer of the lamp; indeed As strange as any in Arabian tale, So giant-like, and terrible, and grand, Spite of the skin he's wrapt in. FIFE. Why, 'tis his own: Oh, 'tis some wild man of the woods; I've heard They build and carry torches-- ROS. Never Ape Bore such a brow before the heavens as that-- Chain'd as you say too!-- FIFE. Oh, that dreadful chain! ROS. And now he sets the lamp down by his side, And with one hand clench'd in his tangled hair And with a sigh as if his heart would break-- (During this Segismund has entered from the fortress, with a torch.) SEGISMUND. Once more the storm has roar'd itself away, Splitting the crags of God as it retires; But sparing still what it should only blast, This guilty piece of human handiwork, And all that are within it. Oh, how oft, How oft, within or here abroad, have I Waited, and in the whisper of my heart Pray'd for the slanting hand of heaven to strike The blow myself I dared not, out of fear Of that Hereafter, worse, they say, than here, Plunged headlong in, but, till dismissal waited, To wipe at last all sorrow from men's eyes, And make this heavy dispensation clear. Thus have I borne till now, and still endure, Crouching in sullen impotence day by day, Till some such out-burst of the elements Like this rouses the sleeping fire within; And standing thus upon the thresho
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