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SCENE VI.
ALONZO, the QUEEN, ALMEYDA.
ALMEYDA.
What have I heard? This most inhuman sentence
Is it then past? Each face bedew'd with tears,
And every eye cast in despair on heaven,
I saw the Council part: and on your brow
I read my fate in characters of horror!
You have condemn'd your son!
ALONZO.
I have done justice.
ALMEYDA.
O heaven! can you avow, and can I hear it?
QUEEN.
This wound, my Lord, must in a father's heart
Be deeply felt. Why, by his guilty rashness,
Why has Don Pedro push'd you to the brink
Of dire necessity—
ALONZO.
Madam, no more,
If in obedience to relentless duty,
If deaf to all that bleeding Love can plead
In this sad bosom, I condemn a son;
'Tis yours to think, that mercy was his due.
Unhappy boy! alas it is too plain,
He has no mother.
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