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Valencia from the Moor4 .—I will not shame The blood we draw from him!

Valencia's lord Sends messengers, my chief.

Conduct them hither. [The Soldier goes out, and re-enters with ,

Oh! take me hence, Diego; take me hence With thee, that I may see my mother's face At morning, when I wake. Here dark-brow'd men Frown strangely, with their cruel eyes, upon us. Take me with thee, for thou art good and kind, And well I know, thou lov'st me, my Diego!

Peace, boy!—What tidings, Christian, from thy lord? Is he grown humbler, doth he set the lives Of these fair nurslings at a city's worth?

Say not, he doth!—Yet wherefore art thou here?