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. But what is this?

. Highness, the Princess has learned that her son is in this house; she insists upon seeing him. It is impossible to hold her back…

. No! Take her away! At once!

. Yes, don't permit her… Don't allow her to know...

. Do you think they will not tell?

. No, they are afraid. The truth frightens them. I know what his life was, don't you see?—his vices, his crimes, his intrigues. They will not tell—my silence for theirs. The Prince was not murdered; nobody is to blame for his death. It was an accident, a debauch. Don't you see? It is possible to destroy the facts, to triumph over them. Before love, they vanish like a dream.

. [From an inner room] Let me go! Let me go! [Entering] Mother! Mother!…

. Is this your child?

. Yes, my child. Why do you run out? You are trembling.

. Help me! Hide me! I am afraid. I don't want to live, I don't want them to see me, to speak to me. I shan't answer. I shan't say a word!

. Leonardo, take her away—far away.

. We should be seen; it is impossible to escape.

. Let them kill me! I don't care. I saw him again! Oh, I saw him! And I shall see him always…

. You?

. Yes, I woke up trembling all over. I wanted to