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Or other means did speed his end, I know not: He died last night.

Then I shall meet him shortly, where the servant, Freed from his master, fears his wrath no more. My poor Diego! he did live with me In too much awe: and yet he loved me well. I was to blame in this.

Thy Leonora comes.

Ah! would she had been spared this dismal parting.

She would not be restrain'd.

My Leonora, wherefore art thou come? Yet thou art welcome to my heart once more. Farewell in love,—in true, in most dear love, My dearest wife.

Oh no! thy cruel wife, The cause of all thy misery,—thy bane.

Hush, hush! thou wert my torment and my bliss,