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SCENE III.

THE KING, MAJONE.
THE KING.
O fatal deed! the blindness of his frenzy
Has murdered good Majone:


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MAJONE.
No! my liege!
Thanks to my better stars! I yet am safe:
The guardian swiftness of my ready hand
Turning his dagger's point, has made its wound
Most trivial.

THE KING.
Blessed chance!

MAJONE.
My gracious master!
I tremble still to think your sacred life
Stood in his frenzy's reach. Our love and duty
To you, and to the state enjoins us all
To press for Raymond's death, and the confinement.
Of this old maniac, whose distempered mind
May spread sedition.

THE KING.
Thou say'st true Majone.
See him safe lodged under some gentle guard,
And swiftly bid the stroke of justice fall
Upon his guilty son! I shall not rest
Till thou return'st with tidings, that his blood
Has flowed in just atonement to thy prince.

(Exit with Officers, &c.