SCENE XII.
CONSTANTIA, VELORA, MOLINA, CARASCO.
CONSTANTIA.
O! good Molina lead me to my son!
MOLINA.
We come to calm your fears; this sudden mandate
Is but a momentary start of anger;
CONSTANTIA.
Now I conjure thee gain me instant entrance
Into Sylveyra's prison!
MOLINA.
Gentle friend,
As yet it is impossible:—but soon—
CONSTANTIA.
Ah! talk not of delay! thou canst not know it,
But I a secret must impart to him,
Of power, to make e'en frantic murder pause.
MOLINA.
I will attend you to the citadel—
CONSTANTIA.
Come, let us haste, my generous friend! and thou
Noble Carasco, be Velora's guard!
(Exit with Molina.
