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I know too well: I gave the Count Castruccio The tidings of his danger.

You told Castruccio!

Unhappy girl!

I told Castruccio—in our early youth We met and loved; the burning of our village Lost us each other's trace; again we met— That very day I overheard your scheme, And gave him warning.

I cannot blame thee.

He loves me—oh! he cannot let me die— Die with a parent's blood upon my soul! He did not know of this—yes, there is hope.

Hope!

My father—let me call thee by that name— My father, bless me—bless thy wretched child! Oh, try to say one word of comfort to me! I come to seek thy pardon.(Kneels.)

I blame our evil destiny, and feel 'Tis my own crime has brought down Heaven's vengeance;