II.

Sweet kerchief, check’d with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in!―― Alas! Matilda _then_ was true! At least I thought so at the U- -niversity of Gottingen! -niversity of Gottingen.

_At the repetition of this line_, ROGERO _clanks his chains in cadence_.

Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew Her neat, post-waggon trotting in! Ye bore Matilda from my view; Forlorn I languish’d at the U- -niversity of Gottingen -niversity of Gottingen.

This faded form! this pallid hue! This blood my veins is clotting in, My years are many――they were few When first I entered at the U- -niversity of Gottingen! -niversity of Gottingen.

There first, for thee my passion grew, Sweet! sweet Matilda Pottingen! Thou wast the daughter of my tu- -tor, law professor at the U- -niversity of Gottingen! -niversity of Gottingen.