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I'll to the judges; I'll declare the truth; I'll vindicate thy innocence, my Maurice.

I thank thee, kind Rosella; but thy plea Were altogether fruitless.— Who would give credit to thy testimony? For they will deem, to save a brother's life, Thou dost accuse an absent man. Beside, Who will corroborate what thou aver'st? And what could'st thou aver? I've told thee nothing, And, so God strengthen me! I never will.

I'll to the judges; cast me at their feet, And beg respite till I can write to Claudien.

And would'st thou have him to return to Lubeck That he may put himself into my place?

I know not what I would or what I wish; But thou, my noble Maurice, shalt not die.

Here comes the good confessor: leave me, sister.

You're welcome, reverend Father. (To the Turnkey.) Does any attendant on this lady wait without?