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SCENE IX.

THE VICEROY, GARCIA.
GARCIA.
Blest be thy virtues! I regain my friend:
My heart could almost worship thee for this,
For well I know how dearly it has cost
Thy feeling soul; but honor shall repay thee,
And fame immortal be thy rich reward.

THE VICEROY.
Garcia my word is past: I mean to keep it—
My heart was formed to merit, and engage
The blessings of my people, not their curse:
But thou must be my feeble virtue's guard;
For should I look on that enchanting form,
The very firmest of these bright resolves
Would prove a lucid bubble, lost in air
The moment it is blown.

GARCIA.
Release your captives,
And time will make thro' every hour of life
This best of triumphs dearer to your heart!

THE VICEROY.
Go thou, dear Garcia, to the western tower!
I will not hazard e'en the slightest chance
To meet the eyes of that bewitching beauty:

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Go, send her to Constantia! then my friend
Haste to rejoin me in Sylveyra's prison!
He is again the child of my adoption;
It shall be now my constant aim to banish
All trace of passion, and the name of rival.

GARCIA.
Blest be thy words! they give my age new life;
And I shall meet thee with the speed of youth.

(Exeunt.