"Rogero mine, ah! wonder gone" (she cried)
"Art thou; and canst thou so far distant be, Thou heardest not this royal edict cried, A thing concealed from none, expecting thee?
Faster than thee would none have hither hied, I wot, hadst thou known this; ah! wretched me!
How can I e'er in future think of aught, Saving the worst that can by me be thought?
