Don Garcia A Tragedy |
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SCENE THE FIFTH.
Piero.Pi.
Oh thou disciple of romantic virtue,
Dost thou too tread expediency's broad path?
It were indeed a miracle, hadst thou
Belied the character of all our race!—
Now go, and plunge thou in a guiltless breast
Thy reeking dagger.—What will thence ensue?
I do not know; but be it what it may,
The inextricable knot, which chance and art
Have emulously twined, the sword alone
Can disentangle.—Let us hear ... But what?
Do I hear Garcia return already?
He returns quickly. Should he have repented?
It is not, is not so; for I behold him
Come like a man whom conscious guilt pursues.
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