Octavio. Is it possible? Still, after all thou know'st,
Canst thou believe still in his innocence?
Max. Thy judgment may mistake; my heart can not. [330]
These reasons might expound thy spirit or mine;
But they expound not Friedland—I have faith:
For as he knits his fortunes to the stars,
Even so doth he resemble them in secret,
Wonderful, still inexplicable courses! 335
Trust me, they do him wrong. All will be solved.
These smokes, at once, will kindle into flame—
The edges of this black and stormy cloud
Will brighten suddenly, and we shall view
The Unapproachable glide out in splendour. 340
Octavio. I will await it.
LINENOTES:
[Act III], Scene I. A Chamber, &c. . . . It is Night. Octavio, &c. 1800, 1828, 1829.
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thou 1800, 1828, 1829.
Before [[12]] Octavio (goes up to him and embraces him). 1800, 1828, 1829.
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