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Her father!

Yes; my father, dear Romiero! Thou wilt not slay us both. Let one suffice. Thou lovedst me once; I know thou lovest me now: Shall blood so dear to thee be shed in vain? Let it redeem my father!—I am faint, Else I would kneel to thee. Do not, dear murder'd child!

My dear, dear friend, forbear. He heeds thee not.

Romiero, dost thou hear her sad request?

I hear your voices murm'ring in mine ear Confused and dismal. Words I comprehend not. What have I done? Some dreadful thing, I fear. It is delusion this! she is not slain: Some horrible delusion.

Fly, fly, dear father, while he is so wild. He will not know and will not follow thee.