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It is too late.

Torelli knew it; had set wolfish eyes

On her—

Well? well?

Had rung her beauty's praise

Here in the Court. Thou hast no friends here.

Well?

They plotted how to lure thee from the house;

And in thy absence to surprise her window,

And bear her off! They bound me by an oath

To keep it secret from thee—not from her.

I swore to save her or to lose myself,

So found a desperate means of speech with her,

And warned her of her danger.

Thanks! thanks! thanks!

But only warned her!

Placed her, too, in safety.

Oh, heaven! where?

In the house of Malatesta.