Yes, Torquato! her bosom had throbbed to yours, often and often, before the organ-peel shook the fringes round the catafalc. Is not this much, from one so high, so beautiful? Tasso. Much? yes; for abject me. But I did so love her! so love her! Cornelia. Ah! let the tears flow: she sends thee that balm from heaven. Tasso. So loved her did poor Tasso! Else, O Cornelia, it had indeed been much.
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