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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.