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   BORIS. Thou, father Patriarch, all ye boyars!

   My soul lies bare before you; ye have seen

   With what humility and fear I took

   This mighty power upon me. Ah! How heavy

   My weight of obligation! I succeed

   The great Ivans; succeed the angel tsar!—

   O Righteous Father, King Of kings, look down

   From Heaven upon the tears of Thy true servants,

   And send on him whom Thou hast loved, whom Thou

   Exalted hast on earth so wondrously,

   Thy holy blessing. May I rule my people

   In glory, and like Thee be good and righteous!

   To you, boyars, I look for help. Serve me

   As ye served him, what time I shared your labours,

   Ere I was chosen by the people's will.

   BOYARS. We will not from our plighted oath depart.

   BORIS. Now let us go to kneel before the tombs

   Of Russia's great departed rulers. Then

   Bid summon all our people to a feast,

   All, from the noble to the poor blind beggar.

   To all free entrance, all most welcome guests.

   PRINCE VOROTINSKY. (Stopping Shuisky.)

   You rightly guessed.

   SHUISKY.           Guessed what?

   VOROTINSKY.                Why, you remember—

   The other day, here on this very spot.

   SHUISKY. No, I remember nothing.

   VOROTINSKY.                    When the people

   Flocked to the Virgin's Field, thou said'st—

   SHUISKY.                           'Tis not

   The time for recollection. There are times

   When I should counsel you not to remember,

   But even to forget. And for the rest,

   I sought but by feigned calumny to prove thee,

   The truelier to discern thy secret thoughts.

   But see! The people hail the tsar—my absence

   May be remarked. I'll join them.

   VOROTINSKY.                    Wily courtier!