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. [To Pepito.] Such are my orders. Do you doubt my word?

. Pity.

. [Pointing to the death-chamber.] Yes, such pity as she showed him.

. Fire races through my veins. I will leave Spain, sir.

. It makes no difference.

. She will die.

. Life is short.

. For the last time

. No more. [To his son.] Ring.

. But I tell you she is innocent. I swear it.

. [Interceding.] Father

. [With a contemptuous gesture.] That fellow lies.

. You impel me with the current. Then I will not struggle against it. I go with it. I cannot yet know what may be her opinion [pointing to Teodora] of others, and of your outrages. Her lips are silent, mute her thoughts. But what I think of it all—yes, I will tell you.

. It is useless. It won't prevent me from [Approaches Teodora.]

. [Restraining him.] Father

. Stay. [Pause.] Let nobody touch this woman. She is mine. The world has so desired it, and its decision I accept. It has driven her to my arms. Come, Teodora. [He raises her, and sustains her.] You cast her forth from here. We obey you. 96