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Andrea
Art in such haste to die, that your sere anguished heart
Nust throw itself upon aichidly lword, and seek oblivion!
Listen, I know a better method of atinement for. Some with
me!
Filippo
(surprised)
But where?
Andrea
Into the midst of greatest dangers.
Filippo
With you?
Andrea
Yes by my side, follow me closely!
And if thou dost see the glitter of the morning star,
Heaven has not decreed your end.
Filippo
Shall I at last pay with false coin?
It were not honorable to march out with you,
Tousociate myself with you and your good men!
Your life is a splendid gift.
Like a desight golden blood poured into a noble beaker.
Filled to the brim with a thousand possibility.
Therein lies adventures, highest fame,
The riches of youth, the happiness of the world,
White immeasurably the ground drink up the blood
Which recklesaly flows inChreams.
To offer my weakness merely
would be as shameful as traitorous.
Andrea
subscribe to-day — strength to-morrow,
Since your sacrifice is for eternity.
And before you go, I will lead you to one at once,
For whom to-morrow the convent doore will open,
And then be closed on her for all time.
Perhaps your repentance and your decision,
light to her darkened soul will bring again,
Then to bless you her pure hand she will raise,
And then, absolved, to Isiah's gate
With me — thou will'st go – to fearful days!
Andrea
Art in such haste to die, that your sere anguished heart
Nust throw itself upon aichidly lword, and seek oblivion!
Listen, I know a better method of atinement for. Some with
me!
Filippo
(surprised)
But where?
Andrea
Into the midst of greatest dangers.
Filippo
With you?
Andrea
Yes by my side, follow me closely!
And if thou dost see the glitter of the morning star,
Heaven has not decreed your end.
Filippo
Shall I at last pay with false coin?
It were not honorable to march out with you,
Tousociate myself with you and your good men!
Your life is a splendid gift.
Like a desight golden blood poured into a noble beaker.
Filled to the brim with a thousand possibility.
Therein lies adventures, highest fame,
The riches of youth, the happiness of the world,
White immeasurably the ground drink up the blood
Which recklesaly flows inChreams.
To offer my weakness merely
would be as shameful as traitorous.
Andrea
subscribe to-day — strength to-morrow,
Since your sacrifice is for eternity.
And before you go, I will lead you to one at once,
For whom to-morrow the convent doore will open,
And then be closed on her for all time.
Perhaps your repentance and your decision,
light to her darkened soul will bring again,
Then to bless you her pure hand she will raise,
And then, absolved, to Isiah's gate
With me — thou will'st go – to fearful days!