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I dare not say I pardon thee, Claricha, But take thy father's blessing; my last prayer Shall be for thee!

Either I bring thy pardon, or I die; I seek Castruccio: never will I rise From kneeling at his feet, until I win Forgiveness for my father. Once, again, I pray thee bless me.

Come to my heart? (They embrace.)

Now, pitying Heaven assist me.—[Exit.

Let us now seek the inner cell, and pray.

She must succeed; I feel My heart beat quick with hope.—I follow thee. [Exeunt.

There is a heavy weight upon my heart That I would fling aside, yet cannot fling; But that I hold all such presentments vain, I should think there was evil on this hour. Yet where should be the evil? yonder star That brings the golden promise of the day, Is, as my fortunes, rising to their noon. Victory bears my crimson banner onwards;