 | The Viceroy |  |
SCENE I.
—BEFORE THE CASTLE GATE.CONSTANTIA, and a SENTINEL.
SENTINEL.
Hast thou not heard, thou canst not be admitted?
Then trouble us no more with fruitless clamour!
CONSTANTIA.
Unfeeling slave!—O! I am faint to death:
Yet hear me! yet admit me to the Viceroy!
And wretched as I seem, most rich reward
Shall make thee bless thy pity.
SENTINEL.
I have told thee,
I dare not on my life, the Viceroy's wounded
Even to death; and none must pass our gate
Without immediate order from the council.
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Good Heaven! my Castro in the pangs of death!
Slave! I will pass.
SENTINEL.
Presumptuous woman! hence!
Or wait without, and wholesome solitude
Shall teach thee to be patient.
(Enters and shuts the Gate.
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