Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

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And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubins hors'd
Upon the silent coursers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind.

Macbeth.

WITH the first gleams of the morning the portal of the castle was thrown open, and the banners of Luna and Peralta borne out, followed by the whole of the party who had remained with don Sigismund. About an hundred men had been left with Pugiades, and others had been stationed

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