Was with me when thou cam'st, and all her life

Seems blighted by this curse of love—for one

Whose name she hides, with whom in Bosphorus

She met, when there she sojourned. Her young brother,

The noble Theodorus, whom thou knowest,

Lets all the world go by him and grows pale

For love, and pines, and wherefore?—For thy daughter,

Who knows not what love means, and cannot brook

Such brain-sick folly. Nay, be sure, good father,

I love not thus, and shall not.

Lama.

Well, well, girl,

Thou wilt know it yet. I fetter not thy choice,

But if thou couldst by loving bind together

Not two hearts only, but opposing peoples;

Supplant by halcyon days long years of strife,

And link them in unbroken harmony;—

Were this no glory for a woman, this

No worthy price of her heart?

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