Her glorious beams adversity hath blunted;
And coming nearer to our quiet view
The original clay of coarse mortality
Hardens and flaws around her.

SIS. Every germ
Of virtue perishes, when love recedes
From those hot shifting sands, the female heart.

OPAS. His was the fault; be his the punishment
'Tis not their own crimes only, men commit,
They harrow them into another's breast,
And they shall reap the bitter growth with pain.

SIS. Yes, blooming royalty will first attract
These creatures of the desert--now I breathe
More freely--she is theirs if I pursue
The fugitive again--he well deserves
The death he flies from--stay! Don Julian twice
Called him aloud, and he, methinks, replied.
Could not I have remained a moment more,
And seen the end? although with hurried voice
He bade me intercept the scattered foes,
And hold the city barred to their return.
May Egilona be another's wife
Whether he die or live! but oh!--Covilla -
She never can be mine! yet she may be
Still happy--no, Covilla, no--not happy,
But more deserving happiness without it.
Mine never! nor another's--'tis enough.