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terday is false to-day. How could I know, dear God! How might I guess The bitter sweetness, the delicious pain! A new heart fills my breast, as soft and weak And melting as a tear, unto its lord; But kindled with quick courage to endure, If I need front for him, a world of foes. If this be love, ah, what a hell is theirs Who suffer without hope! Even I, who hold So many dear assurances, who hear Still ringing in mine ears such sacred vows, Am haunted with an unaccustomed doubt, Not wonted to go hand-in-hand with joy. A gloomy omen greets me with the morn; I, who recoil from pain, must strike and wound. What may this mean? Help me, ye saints of heaven And holy mother, for my strength is naught! She falls on her knees and bursts into tears. Reenter LORENZO. LORENZO (aside). Thank heaven, I came. How have I wrung her soul! A noble love, forsooth! A blind, brute passion, That being denied, is swift transformed to hate No whit more cruel. (To Maria.) Lady! MARIA (rising hastily). Signor Lorenzo! Again what would you with me? LORENZO. No such suit As late I proffered, but your gracious pardon. MARIA. Rise, sir, forgiven. I, too, have been to blame, Although less deeply than you deemed. Forbear To bind your life. I feel myself unworthy Of that high station where your thoughts enthrone me. Yet I dare call myself your friend. [Offering him her hand, which LORENZO presses to his lips.] LORENZO. Thanks, thanks! Be blessed, and farewell. [Exit.] Enter RIBERA, calling. RIBERA. Daughter! Maria! MARIA. Why, father, I am here (kissing him). Good-day. What will you? RIBERA. Darling, no more than what I always will. Before I enter mine own world removed, I fain would greet the dearest work of God. I missed you when I rose. I sought you first In your own chamber, where the lattice, oped, Let in the morning splendor and smells Of the moist garden, with the sound of voices. I looked, I found you here--but not alone. What man was that went from you? MARIA. Your disciple, My lord Lorenzo. You remember, father, How yester-morn I pleaded
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