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  1_st Gentleman_.

  Henry, what dark-haired queen is that? She moves

  As if her body were instinct with thought,

  Moulded to motion by the music's waves,

  As floats the swan upon the swelling lake;

  Or as in dreams one sees an angel move,

  Sweeping on slow wings through the buoyant air,

  Then folding them, and turning on his track.

  2_nd_.

  You seem inspired; nor can I wonder at it;

  She is a glorious woman; and such eyes!

  Think—to be loved by such a woman now!

  1_st_.

  You have seen her, then, before: what is her name?

  2_nd_.

  I saw her once; but could not learn her name.

  3_rd_.

  She is the wife of an Italian count,

  Who for some cause, political I think,

  Took refuge in this country. His estates

  The Church has eaten up, as I have heard:

  Mephisto says the Church has a good stomach.

  2_nd_.

  How do they live?

  3_rd_.

                    Poorly, I should suppose;

  For she gives Lady Gertrude music-lessons:

  That's how they know her.—Ah, you should hear her sing!

  2_nd_.

  If she sings as she looks or as she dances,

  It were as well for me I did not hear.

  3_rd_.

  If Count Lamballa followed Lady Seaford

  To heaven, I know who'd follow her on earth.