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SCENE THE THIRD.
Eleonora, Garcia.Ele.
Oh son! what hast thou done?
Fly hence ... ah fly! ...
Gar.
Fly! ... I! ... and wherefore? whither?
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Fly, fly, oh son! ...
Gar.
Ah no! I will not fly.
My father, on my ruin bent, contrived
The crime, whate'er it be. I fly not, no.
Ele.
Ah! if thou carest for thyself, for us,
For me, withdraw thyself without delay
From the first violence of thy father's fury.
Gar.
Fury! what have I done? and what can add
Force to his natural ferocity?
Ele.
Hear'st thou?—On every side with piercing cries
The palace echoes.—What canst thou have done?
Preceded by a hundred torches, Cosmo
Enraged within the grotto ran; in arms
Others pursued him: all at once cried out
The name of Garcia. What canst thou have done?
Thou know'st him well; ah fly!—Oh heaven! he comes!
What stunning clamour! Didst thou hear the cry?
“Treason! and to the traitor!” ... Oh my son!
Gar.
The treason is from Cosmo; Cosmo is
The traitor; but I'm doom'd to be the victim;
I have deserved it. Let him come; I fear not.
Ele.
Ah wretched me! with sword unsheath'd ... At least
Shelter in these my arms ...
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