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SCENE VI.
The QUEEN, ELVIRA.QUEEN.
You see, your eyes enjoy the cruel triumph
Of our despair. But you are now my prisoner,
[Guards enter.
And, with your head, shall answer what befalls!
For could your arts disarm Alonzo's wrath,
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By jealous honor made inexorable.
Nay more; should I resign the loosen'd rein
To my full rage, one victim were too few!
The cruel Prince, who dares to stain our name
With this disgrace, may then—The blood forsakes
Your cheek at his imagin'd danger—Know,
And let it shake your inmost soul! the fear
You shew for him—but wings the fate of both!
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