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SCENE IV.

MOLINA, CARASCO, THE VICEROY coming forward.

My resolution's fixt—I'll follow him—
Confusion! I am stopt—Where is Sylveyra?

MOLINA.
My lord, this very instant he departed,
With hasty zeal, on your immediate service.

THE VICEROY.
Insidious speed!—new evidence of passion!
'Tis plain, 'tis fully proved: (aside.)
Most brave Molina,
Forgive me!—I am slow to thank thy valor!
Thou hast done bravely;—Lisbon shall re-echo
Thy great exploits, and thence thou shalt receive
The worthier thanks of a much nobler master!

MOLINA.
Your highness overpays my poor deserts.

THE VICEROY.
Wretch! while I pause, he gains the happy minutes
Of festive joy to seize her melting softness,
Mock my fond hopes, and triumph in his falsehood.
(aside.)
Your pardon! worthy friends! gallant Carasco,
It grieves me, that I want the leisure now
To dwell, as oft with pleasure I have done,
On thy bold services; but cares of moment
Perplex, and call me hence:—yet rest assured,
Your merits shall not perish in my mind.