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Is this their priest?
Burgos unchanged I see.
[Advancing towards her.]
A needless veil
To one prophetic of thy charms, fair lady.
And yet they fall on an ungracious eye.
[Withdraws the veil.]
Solisa!
I:3:3 SOL.
Yes! Solisa; once again
O say Solisa! let that long lost voice
Breathe with a name too faithful!
I:3:4 ALAR.
Oh! what tones,
What mazing sight is this! The spellbound forms
Of my first youth rise up from the abyss
Of opening time. I listen to a voice
That bursts the sepulchre of buried hope
Like an immortal trumpet.
I:3:5 SOL.
Thou hast granted,
Mary, my prayers!
I:3:6 ALAR.
Solisa, my Solisa!
I:3:7 SOL.
Thine, thine, Alarcos. But thou: whose art thou?
I:3:8 ALAR.
Within this chamber is my memory bound;
I have no thought, no consciousness beyond
Its precious walls.
I:3:9 SOL.
Thus did he look, thus speak,
When to my heart he clung, and I to him
Breathed my first love -- and last.
I:3:10 ALAR.
Alas! alas!
Woe to thy Mother, maiden.
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