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SCENE IX.
ALMEYDA, ELVIRA, DON PEDRO.ALMEYDA.
Don Pedro, fly!
Your life is on the cast: this minute's chance
Decides your future fate. Alonzo comes:
Those clamouring multitudes, at sight of him,
Shrunk into tame submission. Not their boldest
Could bear the mingled dignity and wrath
That threaten'd from his brow. Be gone, my Lord,
Let not a father's vengeance find you here.
ELVIRA.
O unexampled goodness!
DON PEDRO.
Can it be?
Do you take part, Almeyda, for his life,
The life of One, who merits all your hate?
ALMEYDA.
Ah no! The jealousy of slighted love
I stifle here. My soul is rais'd beyond
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So you are safe. Fly then, this instant fly,
Even were it with my rival—
ELVIRA.
See! Don Pedro,
The King appears—
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