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 | The Cid |  |
SCENE I.
D. RODERIGO. ELVIRA.ELVIRA.
What meane you Roderigo? whither would you?
RODERIGO.
I would pursue the course of my sad fortune.
ELVIRA.
But this is a strange boldnesse, to appeare
In the same place which you have fill'd with mourning,
Come you t'affront the ghost of the dend Count?
Have not you slaine him?
His life was my disgrace,
Mine honour at my hands requir'd dis death.
ELVIRA.
But in the house of death to looke for refuge,
Did ever homicide make that his Asilum?
RODERIGO.
Did never any murderer present
Himselfe unto his Judge? ne're wonder at me,
I come to seeke for that I gave another,
That's death; my love Cimena is my Judge.
When I deserv'd her hate, I deserv'd death,
And for that cause I stand here to receive
My sentence from her mouth, death from her hand.
ELVIRA.
Flie rather from her sight, and doe not meet
With the first motions of her griefe and anger,
Why, would you more enflame her present passion?
RODERIGO.
No, that deare object which I durst displease,
To punish me cannot have too much passion;
I should be happy if I could augment it,
And hasten so my death from her faire hand.
ELVIRA.
Cimena's at the Court, bath'd in her teares,
And will returne thence with much company.
For heavens sake flie: what will mens censures say
If y'are discover'd here? they must report
Cimena t'have receiv'd into her house
Th'Assassin of her father. Harke, she comes,
It is her voice: at least, Roderigo,
To save her reputation, hide your selfe.
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