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A cowardly assassin; but in vain. (He stamps; his Guard comes in.)

We sell our lives full dearly! (Springs at, who strikes his sword from his hand.)

Take them to prison; ladies, by your leave, This is no place for you. (Addressing one of them.) Madam, I give the Count Arrezi's daughter To your kind charge and honourable keeping; We never meet again![Exeunt.

Lady, I crave your absence.

I only stay to ask my chain again.

Your chain! My own Claricha, have you been Lucca's good angel—sweet preserver, mine! Take back your chain, and, with it, take my heart And its entire allegiance. Oh! sweet love, This is no time to pour my heart in words, Yet happiness must ask a moment's space. Saved, and by thee!

Ah! would I not lay down my life for thine

Like a good angel's gift I hold the life