She murmur'd one word—"Salvini!"
"Avaunt!" he cried; "that name again!
Its mention ne'er will cease;
Does he still dare my throne to share,
And threaten my fame's short lease?"
But here the call-boy came to say,
That his absence stopped the piece.
* * * *
One night, months thence, whilst gentle sleep
Had still'd the City's heart,