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O, Madam, do not go! Alas, alas! our miserable fate!

Restrain me not with senseless lamentations; Driven to this desp'rate state, what is my choice? For now I must be bold, or despicable. [Exeunt.

The Ramparts: Women discovered looking down from one of the lower Battlements of the Castle; the din and clashing of Arms heard without, as if close at hand; then and his Soldiers cross the Stage, fighting with the Soldiers of the Castle.

See, there! see how our noble lady stands, And bravely cheers them!

If they have any soul or manhood in them, They'll fight like raging lions for her sake.

Fie, fie! give way before your lady's eyes!

Ay, brave Gonzalos, there right nobly strives;