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It was enough with him—I owe him all Of fond affection's care; but for that care I were not here to kneel and ask for mercy.

Kneel not to me; ah! listen, dearest mine!

Will you not pay my debt of gratitude?

Ask for my life, Claricha, it is thine! But ask not for the lives which others trust Safe to my charge; think not that I refuse Arrezi's life because he sought for mine; I have no anger for my private wrong: But there are those in Lucca who need warning, And they shall have it. With the traitor's head A thousand plots fall harmless from the scaffold.

Nothing disarms an enemy like pardon.

Not when they think the pardon wrung from fear. Ancient oppression—present treachery— Alike demand example. At our gates Gather the foreign foe; they must not hope For aid within our walls: I have long tried A gentle rule of patience—'tis no more. Plead not with those sad eyes, the count must die!

I do implore you by our ancient love!

Oh! do not think that when I take this hand I link it to a calm and happy lot;