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Excerpt from Queen Mariamne
A moment's absence tightens all my breath! Mariamne! Mariamne! How often I evoke her to the echo! Mariamne! Very oft I call down to my soul to her, and there She answers in abundance, as the corn That the large waters woo to sudden tilth. I would that she were only in my soul On every element I call to do her injury. I love her The way I hate a foe I cannot strike. [t no sonna' of tang/zter and cries is now close. My Gauls at play! [t o a boy, w/to rests on toe edge of tbe tank. Child, you are bathing? Child, To watch your feats!
Aristobulus. But I must rest a little. Herod. Lay your clothes on you rest within my tent.
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