Mj thrice-blest Leonora, whom I pitied, Fool that I was ! in her void, silent tomb. The God of mercy hath reserved me truly For a wise purpose.

ANNIOGA.

Father, rise ; take courage ; We know not yet the end.

BIBEBA.

Why should I rise To front the level eyes of men's contempt ? Oh, I am shamed ! Cover my head, Annicca ; Darken mine eyes, and veil my face. Oh, Gk>d, Would that I were a nameless, obscure man. So could I bury with me my disgrace. That now must be immortal. Where thou stand- est, Annicca, there she stood last night. She kissed me; Bound mine old neck she wreathed her soft, young arms. My wrinkled cheeks were wet with her warm tears. She shuddered, and I thought it was the thunder Struck terror through her soul. White-bearded fool!

FIAMETTA.

I found this scrip upon the chamber-floor. Mayhap it brings some comfort.