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SCENE THE FOURTH.
Bianca, armed Soldiers.Bi.
Hear me ... Oh how he flies! and I am forced
To tarry here! In pity let me go.
This is the only breast that, interposed,
Can staunch that sea of blood ... Are your hard hearts,
Barbarians, inaccessible to pity?—
Impious, flagitious, execrable marriage!
I ought to have foreseen that blood alone
Could finish such immeasurable hate.
Now I perceive why Raymond could not speak:
In truth thou diddest well to hide from me
Such unimaginable wickedness:
I thought thee capable of high revenge,
But never of an abject treason, never ...
What tumult do I hear? Oh heaven! ... What shrieks!
Methinks the earth shakes! ... Oh! with what a loud
And clamorous dissonance the air rebounds! ...
The name of liberty, of liberty,
I hear distinctly ... Ah! perhaps already
My brothers are no more ... Who do I see?
Oh heavens! Raymond!
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