[11.] Insert:—
To-night a feast! I’ll shape me to the image
That he must bear in heart, deeming it me!
He sees me ever dancing, that is clear,
E’en when I’m weeping and dissolved in anguish.
Dance then I shall!—set on the cymbal’s clashing
That at my sight he be not put to blush!
[12.] Instead of this speech of Soemus the MS. has:—
Then stood I not before you. Then on me
Had fallen his death-hand, as, when he returns,