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O pity, pity! be not so enraged! Thou shalt be told the truth a few hours hence; Then, to that time, detest me as thou wilt. But spare my life.

Re-enter, while has, in his rage, strode to the front of the stage. , uttering a shriek, runs to her father, and throws her veil over his face, endeavouring to push him back.

What! fly and leave thee in a madman's power? I heard his stormy voice, and could not leave thee. Hold! hold! thou wilt not strike a cover'd foe!

Strike me again; I will not quit my hold. I'll cling to him; within my dying grasp I'll hold him safe: thou wilt not kill him there.