Adelaide

 Adel. I sent thee to his prison. Quickly tell me,

   What says he, does he know my sorrow for him?

   Does he confound me with the unfeeling crew,

   Who act my father's bidding? Can his love

   Pity my grief, and bear this wrong with patience?

 Jaq. I strove in vain to enter. Fabian holds him,

   By the count's charge, in strictest custody;

   And, fearful to awake his master's wrath,

   Though much unwilling, bars me from his presence.

 Adel. Unkind old man! I would myself entreat him,

   But fear my earnest look, these starting tears,

   Might to the experience of his prying age

   Reveal a secret, which, in vain, I strive

   To hide from my own breast.

 Jaq. Alas, dear lady,

   Did not your tongue reveal it, your chang'd mien,

   Once lighter than the airy wood-nymph's shade,

   Now turn'd to pensive thought and melancholy,—

   Involuntary sighs,—your cheek, unlike

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