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Husband? Thy husband, Princess Isabel? No, no. There stands his guilty wretched paramour. Fly, Sforza, I am dying; thy rash hand Has slain thy truest friend. My Isabel, Forgive him; life is ebbing fast.——My wife, Live for the sake of our unhappy child. Clasp me again within thy sweet embrace; I die, my Isabel! These rigid arms Cannot return thy pressure. Bless thee, Heaven! Where is Geraldi Sforza? There were words Still keener than thy sword; my dying breath Proclaims my unstained friendship.——Seek in flight Thy safety.——Wipe these heavy damps, my love, From off my brow. Oh, even thy fragrant breath Oppresses me. My last, last prayers are―― [Dies. Wretch! Complete thy work; bury within my breast Thy fatal sword.