A proof of knowledge, true! but one, alas! of pride. }
The signs to me were brought, and not my lord,
But I impatient waited not the word;
And much he marvell’d, reading of the night
In which th’ immortal spirit took its flight.
“Yes! I beheld my brother at my bed, }
The hour he died! the instant he was dead— }
His presence now I see! now trace him as he fled. 710}
“Ah! fly me, George, in very pity, fly;
Thee I reject, but yield thee reasons why;