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SCENE XI.
SYLVEYRA, and CARASCO on opposite sides of the stage, while VELORA is absorbed in devotion.THE VICEROY,
(entering.)
This resolution ne'er to see her more
Is medicine to my mind—ha! what art thou,
Bewitching form? art thou a mere illusion,
Or the fair sorceress herself, whose power
Seeks my perdition? let me clasp, and prove thee!
Thou dear delicious poison! O! thy touch
Drives hot delirium thro' my every vein.
VELORA.
Help me! Carasco, help!
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Turn, tyrant! turn
Base ravisher! and meet thy punishment!
THE VICEROY.
Audacious villain! it is mine to punish;
And thus I prove my power.
They fight.
CARASCO.
I spurn it thus—
Thank my kind stars I touch thee—'tis enough.
THE VICEROY.
Vile traitor! I despise thy nerveless arm,
And thus repay thy feeble wound with death.
(While they are engaged VELORA flies.)
CARASCO.
Curse thy strong arm! it has—it has destroyed me.
SYLVEYRA,
(rushing towards them.)
I am too late! he falls! unhappy friend!
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