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Nay, nay! for yonder Don Henriquez comes; There's danger here.

And come who will, and let what will betide, Despair thinks not of danger.

Retire, retire, and we shall meet again.

When? where? this night? to-morrow? name the time.

To-morrow by the early dawn I'll meet thee. No; not to-morrow, but the following morn.

And at that early hour?

Ev'n so: retire.

I have thy word for this?

Thou hast, thou hast. [Exit. (Alone.) Ay, he has loved me as no other will, And thus he is requited. Woe the day! Why did my timid spirit yield so poorly To an ambitious sister?—Must it be?