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I hear it, and methinks e'en at the sound
I vault already on my leathern seat,
And feel the fiery steed beneath me shake
His mantled sides, and paw the fretted earth;
Whilst I aloft, with gay equestrian grace,
The low salute of gallant lords return;
Who waiting round with eager watchful eye,
And reined steeds, the happy moment seize.
O! didst thou never hear, my Isabell,
How nobly Basil in the field becomes
His fiery courser's back?

Isab.They say most gracefully.

Alb. What, is the valiant count not yet departed?

Vict. You would not have our gallant Basil go
When I have bade him stay? not so, Albini.

Alb. Fye! reigns that spirit still so strong within thee,
Which vainly covets all men's admiration,
And is to others cause of cruel pain?
O! would thou couldst subdue it!

Vict. My gentle friend, thou shouldst not be severe;
For now in truth I love not admiration
As I was wont to do; in truth I do not!
But yet, this once my woman's heart excuse,
For there is something strange in this man's love,
I never met before, and I must prove it.

Alb. Well, prove it then, be stricter to thyself,
And bid sweet peace of mind a sad farewell.