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SCENE X.
SYLVEYRA, CONSTANTIA, VELORA; enter OFFICER with GUARDS.OFFICER.
Gallant Sylveyra,
Obedient to the Viceroy's hard command,
I come, constrained, to bear thee to confinement.
SYLVEYRA.
Has jealousy so drowned thy sense of honor,
Unhappy Castro? by my life I pity
This frenzy of thy soul: Sir, I obey.
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Yet stay! 'tis agony to lose thee thus—
CONSTANTIA,
(to the Officer.)
Thou generous servant of a cruel master,
Canst thou, in pity to a mother's tears,
Canst thou allow me one short hour's delay?
OFFICER.
Believe me, lady, on a soldier's truth,
It grieves me sorely to refuse thy prayer;
But if my pity granted thy request,
It would be at the hazard of my life.
SYLVEYRA.
Sir, I attend you—ministers of mercy,
Descend to soothe these dear unhappy mourners
VELORA.
Stay! my Sylveyra, take me to thy prison!
Am I not sworn thy partner to the grave?
SYLVEYRA.
My faithful love! O! melt not my firm soul
With these fond tears! no! by our hopes I beg thee
To call forth all thy latent powers, that arm
Thy own great mind, and aid our dear Constantia,
Absorbed in grief, and petrified with terrors.
Farewell! farewell!
(Exit with Officer and Guards.
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