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chaste as the light of heaven.—But why speak thus to you, who cannot comprehend me—You never loved! you never were beloved!
Switzer.
Softly, softly!—How our Captain reddens!
Moor.
Have done!—I'll hear you another time—to-morrow—another time—when I have seen blood!—
Kozinski.
Blood, blood?—Only hear me, Sir! Your soul shall be satiated with blood.She was of plebeian birth, a German—but such her air and look as to dispel those mean prejudices.—With sweet reserve, and the most amiable modesty, she had accepted a ring from my hand, as a pledge of the sincerity of my vows, and the next day I was to have led my Amelia to the altar!—(Moor rises up.) While in this state of rapturous bliss, and in the midst of the preparations for our nuptials, I was called to court by an express order.—I went—They produced letters to me of the most treasonable nature, which it was alledged I had written.—I blushed at the baseness of the attempt.—My sword was instantly taken from me, and I
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