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 Do justly, love mercy, and your empire will be glorious among men.

. Donina is asleep. Thanks to an anodyne, she has fallen asleep. If you must go, it is better now. The parting would be too sad. I shall remain with her.

. Go? Leave her? No, no! I cannot.

. Bring her with you.

. It would kill her. No! No…

. Death cannot delay in any case.

. But she is still alive! My place is with her. Can't you wait? Oh, this is horrible! Wait!

. Leave her, your Highness. She will come, I promise you.

. Imperia, if you do not come before night, my yacht will sail, but without me. Instead, it will bear my abdication. In the morning I shall be here with you to resume our old life, and the Empire of Suavia will be lost to you—like a dream.

. Leonardo, what shall I do? I am your idea, your Imperia. Breathe your spirit into me! What ought I to do?

. You have fashioned your life by your will, and you know where it lies.

. My life is your ideal—my vision! I will go. But Donina— Do you say that she is asleep? I must see her.

. Your courage will fail.

. I must see her! I must see her!

. You will not go if you do. Imperia! You will not go! You will not go!