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The Lady Leonora! rise, dear Lady.

No; to your knees I'll cling, nor quit my hold, Till from your royal pity I obtain The mercy I implore.—My Lord Henriquez— Your valiant general—my dear, dear husband— Say that he shall not die. This execution! This malefactor's end! O save him! save him!

As far as I have power, your suit is granted.

Then he is saved—he lives? Is it not so?

Alas! I would it were. Your Lord refuses All royal mercy. I have sworn to him Never to pardon Juen's murderer. If thou canst move his stubborn spirit, kneel, And at his feet implore him to release me From this most fatal oath.

Move him! Alas, alas! this will not be; I know him well: in what he deems the right, He is inflexible. But solemn oaths,