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SAIDA enters and stands facing the DEVIL triumphantly. She has cast away her outer
robe and is clad wholly in white. Her hair streams luxuriantly to her waist, and upon
her face is the look of fresh, virginal beauty.

SAIDA (recit.)
  Mine, mine at last! Poor vanquished slave, begone!
    Say you my lord hath conquered? look on me!
  That fading wreath of laurel he hath won
    Vies not with beauty's crown of victory!

SONG

  What laggard steed doth carry
    My lord home to-day?
  Ah! wherefore doth he tarry
    So long upon the way?
  Knew he that beauty's flower
    Refashioned waits him here,
  Methinks each fleeting hour
    Would seem a lingering year!
         
  Ride on, my lord, ride on!
    Ride on, and thou shalt find
      Cheeks of whitest snow
Where reddest roses grow
        O'er mounds of moulded pearl;
      Eyes of darkest jet
Rimmed with violet,
        Tresses that unfurl
    Like banners in the wind
  Whereon the sun, the sun hath shone!
        Ride on, my lord!
Ride on, ride on!
         
  Nay, though the crowd be thronging
    To kiss thy finger-tips,
  Ride on! these lips are longing,
    Sweet love, to greet thy lips.
  Then sheathe that sword thou bearest,
    Cast the laurel from thy brow;
  Those eyes that sought the fairest
    Shall behold the fairest now.
      Ride on, ride on!
  Sweet love, these lips are longing
    To greet thy lips.
  Ride on, ride on. These lips are longing,
    Sweet love, To greet thy lips.
      Ride on, my lord, ride on!
  Ride on! ride on! ride on! ride on! ride on!

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