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The bane of love so bless'd! Draw, wretched man, I've sworn an oath, which I will sacred hold, That when Sebastian and myself should meet, He should to royal justice be deliver'd, Or, failing that, one of the twain should die. (Drawing his sword fiercely upon him).

Hold, madman, hold! thy rage is cruel, monstrous, Outraging holy nature.

Off! think'st thou to restrain or bind despair With petty strength like thine?—Proud rebel, draw. I am thy daughter's murderer, and thou Destroyer of us both.

Yes, Don Romiero, we are match'd in ruin, And we will fight for that which cures despair. No; to't in earnest, if thou would'st not have me Deliver thee a felon to the law.