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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old And The Young Bridegroom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[HERNANI, Act I.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Listen. The man for whom your youth is destined,<br>Your uncle, Ruy de Silva, is the Duke<br>Of Pastrana, Count of Castile and Aragon.<br>For lack of youth, he brings you, dearest girl,<br>Treasures of gold, jewels, and precious gems,<br>With which your brow might outshine royalty;<br>And for rank, pride, splendor, and opulence,<br>Might many a queen be envious of his duchess!<br>Here is one picture. I am poor; my youth<br>I passed i' the woods, a barefoot fugitive.<br>My shield, perchance, may bear some noble blazons<br>Spotted with blood, defaced though not dishonored.<br>Perchance I, too, have rights, now veiled in darkness,--<br>Rights, which the heavy drapery of the scaffold<br>Now hides beneath its black and ample folds;<br>Rights which, if my intent deceive me not,<br>My sword shall one day rescue. To be brief:--<br>I have received from churlish Fortune nothing<br>But air, light, water,--Nature's general boon.<br>Choose, then, between us two, for you must choose;--<br>Say, will you wed the duke, or follow me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DONNA SOL. I'll follow you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HERN. What, 'mongst my rude companions,<br>Whose names are registered in the hangman's book?<br>Whose hearts are ever eager as their swords,<br>Edged by a personal impulse of revenge?<br>Will you become the queen, dear, of my band?<br>Will you become a hunted outlaw's bride?<br>When all Spain else pursued and banished me,--<br>In her proud forests and air-piercing mountains,<br>And rocks the lordly eagle only knew,<br>Old Catalonia took me to her bosom.<br>Among her mountaineers, free, poor, and brave,<br>I ripened into manhood, and, to-morrow,<br>One blast upon my horn, among her hills,<br>Would draw three thousand of her sons around me.<br>You shudder,--think upon it. Will you tread<br>The shores, woods, mountains, with me, among men<br>Like the dark spirits of your haunted dreams,--<br>Suspect all eyes, all voices, every footstep,--<br>Sleep on the grass, drink of the torrent, hear<br>By night the sharp hiss of the musket-ball<br>Whistling too near your ear,--a fugitive<br>Proscribed, and doomed mayhap to follow me<br>In the path leading to my father's scaffold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DONNA SOL. I'll follow you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HERN. This duke is rich, great, prosperous,<br>No blot attaches to his ancient name.<br>He is all-powerful. He offers you<br>His treasures, titles, honors, with his hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DONNA SOL. We will depart to-morrow. Do not blame<br>What may appear a most unwomanly boldness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+Hugo">Victor Hugo</a><div class=q>
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Listen. The man for whom your youth is destined,
Your uncle, Ruy de Silva, is the Duke
Of Pastrana, Count of Castile and Aragon.
For lack of youth, he brings you, dearest girl,
Treasures of gold, jewels, and precious gems,
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