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6793	Schiller, Friedrich	The Bride of Messina, and On the Use of the Chorus in Tragedy			.txt	text/plain	22515	3094	92	By thy unnatural sons, ere long the prey Shrined in thy heart, my dear and holy secret To thy true love (sweet pledge of happier days)! But never, fair isle, shall thy sons repose Who doubts thy noble heart, knows thee not well; thou leav'st thy heart. Stranger to fear--ill-brooked thy princely heart Thy arms shall fold; joy pours through all our gates; Don Manuel to thy feet shall lead his bride, Declines, Don Caesar's bride shall call thee mother. I doubt thy faith no more, for thou canst love! Daughter of kings, hath stirred thy soul to love; Was echoed in thy tale--well thou hast raised Art thou Don Manuel, Don Caesar's brother? Ask not of me: thy son will tell thee all-Art thou Don Manuel's and Don Caesar's mother? Shall dwell immortal in thy Caesar's breast. On thee, nor on thy mother. Thy sons' divinity--we shall be gods! Thy son shall live!	./cache/6793.txt	./txt/6793.txt