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Rh One happily at length succeeds, To hide or fly outright; The other, Sancho Villiegas, Less happy or adroit, Seeing the King still follow him, Entered half dead with fear Where was Padillia on her couch, With her attendants near; They trembling, as she senseless laid, And by her side reclined Her two young tender girls, who were Angels in form and mind. The unhappy youth still seeing there The spectre following nigh, That even this asylum mocks, In his arms quickly high Snatches the Lady Beatrice, Who scarce six years has known, The child for whom the King has e'er The most affection shown. But, ah! naught serves him this resource, As in the desert naught The holy cross avails, that clasps The pilgrim hanjess caught; When roars the south wind, burns the sky, And seems as if up-driven