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 | | Mountains, L., dip down to the sea and form a curve of the coast._ _As the curtain rises, a crowd of town and country folk is being herded to the back of the terrace by the Ducal Guard, under Cesario. |
 | | CHANT ROYAL OF HIGH VIRTUE Who lives in suit of armour pent And hides himself behind a wall, For him is not the great event, The garland nor the Capitol. |
 | | Read on that rood He died upon-- _Virtue is that becrowns a Man!_ Beneath that rood where He was bent I saw the world's great captains all Pass riding home from tournament Adown the road from Roncesvalles-- Lord Charlemagne, in one array Lords Caesar, Cyrus, Attila, Lord Alisaundre of Macedon... |
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