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Thou shalt as soon pass through my body, fool! Such cursed obstinacy! art thou mad? If thou regard'st thy lady's peace of mind, Fly, I conjure thee, and prevent her coming.

And why, good Ludoviquo?

Gracious Heaven!

Why look'st thou so aghast? Is Baldwin dead?

He is; and therefore go not. (She stilt endeavours to pass.) No, no! he is not; be entreated, madam!

What cause so strangely moves thee?

A powerful cause, that must not be reveal'd, O, be entreated, then!

Ulrico's blood was shed by Garcio's hand, Yet I must share the curse.