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SCENE VIII.
VELORA, PERSOD, GUARDS.VELORA.
Most cruel mandate! most inhuman Castro!
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No! ye vile slaves ye shall not tear her from me:
No! I will hang upon her darling form,
E'en 'till my heart strings break.
SOLDIER.
Old man, forbear
Thy sorrows grieve us—but we must obey—
PERSOD.
Curse my weak age!
VELORA.
My father! O! my father!
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