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The moment that you left; I wait to see the body brought this way.

Lo! where they come.

I cannot urge my way—in Heaven's name, I pray you, let me pass.

Rest you a little while, poor child, beside me: You cannot pierce the crowd.

I must go on; oh, for your parents' sake Make but a little way!

The crowd will soon disperse—they pause to gaze On Count Arrezi.

Help me—I am his child—I bring his pardon. Now, in your children's—in your fathers' name— Let me pass on.

It is too late.