CHARLES DI TOCCA

This is not tidings-hath it not on me
Been fixed forever  It is older than
Despair, as old as pain!  (To HEMotx, who haw
      entered.) Your sister-
  BARDAS:                      Harmon      !
  CARDINAL: Hold him not in this anguish.
  FULVIA:                       She and our
Antonio have left us to our tears.
      (H.,Emov tns n.i.te.
  CHARLES: Let no on-X goaah,. I stay let n1o 0o11-!
      groan-
Fury on him that groans! (Me bbzndly roc)-s to
      and fro.)
  FULVIA:               Mv lord!
  CHARLES (taking her hand):    Well-come.
       (As in a trance.)
There's much to do. We will think of the dead.
Perchance 'twill keep them near us: speak to them,
And they may answer while we wait, may float
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