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 must call me mother. Call me mother, once. Let it please heaven or hell, mother you must name me.

. Mother!

. Not so—not in that way. Cruel boy! [''Leans to embrace him. Jerks herself back and falls on sofa.'']

. Poor woman! She is delirious.

SCENE VIII

''Juana, Don Lorenzo, and Inés. Inés rushes in C. in high spirits and approaches her father. She is excited and can hardly speak.''

. Father, father—the duchess—is coming. She is coming here—can't you guess?

. The duchess!

. Yes—to speak to you about—Edward has persuaded

. What good news, my dearest girl! At last God wills

. You are pleased?

. [Caresses her.] And you?

. Yes, if you are also. Come, come quickly.

. [Seizes Don Lorenzo's arm.] No, I cannot let you go. Don't leave me.

. [To Inés.] I will be with you presently.

. Don't delay—oh, be sure and not delay, If you offend her

. You need not fear. Let Ángela receive her in the drawing-room with all ceremony. I will carry Juana up to her room, and join you in a moment.

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