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''Scene—A Street in Valencia. Several Groups of Citizens''

The air is sultry, as with thunder-clouds. I left my desolate home, that I might breathe More freely in heaven's face, but my heart feels With this hot gloom o'erburthen'd. I have now No sons to tend me. Which of you, kind friends, Will bring the old man water from the fount, To moisten his parch'd lip?[A citizen goes out.

This wasting siege, Good Father Lopez, hath gone hard with you! 'Tis sad to hear no voices through the house, Once peopled with fair sons!

Why, better thus, Than to be haunted with their famish'd cries, E'en in your very dreams!

Heaven's will be done!