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 [Calmly.] That charge is false. What judge has signed the warrant? That charge is true: thy lips, thy words refute The protestations of thy innocence. [With scornful mockery.] It pains me deeply to behold a schemer Of thy perfection overmatched, but then: A novice will at times outwit a master. [Defiantly.] Now, tyrant! I discern thy perfidy, Thy tiger-heart, that prompted thee to have Thy game with me, whom long ago thou hadst Marked out for victim of thy cruelty. Well I deserve my fate, for I was warned. {{center|{{sc|Santa Anna.}} {{center|[As above.]}} Thou seest that now; we, too, though long ago, Saw through thy mask, saw thy designs at treason, Saw every step of thine. {{right|[Stepping close before Bradburn, with a sneer.]}} {{right|Who saw the best?}} {{nop}}