He had an only daughter,—
The greatest heiress of the eastern isles;
Besides so very beautiful was she,
Her dowry was nothing to her smiles:
Still in her teens and like a lovely tree
So grew to womanhood—

Irad. I loved her well—I would have loved her better,
Had love been met with love; as 'tis, I leave her
To brighter destinies, if so she deems them.
Japh. What destinies?
Irad. I have some cause to think
She loves another.

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