Don Garcia | ||
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SCENE THE SECOND.
Garcia.Gar.
What looks! ... Alas ... Oh father, hear ... Oh words!
But, of what earnest speaks he? Through each vein
I feel an unaccustom'd chillness creep.
Perhaps he alludes to Julia? ... Yes ... what pledge
Can vie with her? Oh Heaven! ... What can I do? ...
Don Garcia | ||