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Raise him: O do not let me see him thus! Carlos, on thee my anger rests, who thus Stood'st by and suffer'd me to be deceived.

Condemn me not, my Liege; I was myself, Convinced this youth had done the deed, deceived. This on a soldier's honour I aver.

Alas, Henriquez! thou hast practised on me With cruel guile. I would right gladly forfeit The fairest town thy sword e'er won for me, And be again at liberty to pardon Whatever thou hast done. A deed, most surely, By thy high nature all too rudely charged. Thou in the frenzy of some headlong passion Hast acted as a madman, who still wreaks His direst wrath on those he loves the most.

No, no! it was an act of brooding thought, Of slow intent, of dark consideration. Our early love, with all his fair endowments And noble qualities, before my mind