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Your child?

From death, if not wrong worse than death,

You still may save her. Have the doors burst open.

You can command here—next the Duke; if not,

At least [aside to her] forbear the poison!

'T is too late.

The wine was here!

Then this alone remains.

Come forth, my lords! The Duke's life—all your lives

Hang by a thread! Come forth—all! For your lives!

Your wine is poisoned!

Ha! Who did the deed?

I! Drink not—for your lives! [They are rushing upon him, drawing their swords.

He lies! 'T was I! [A shriek is heard within.

My child! my child!

Look to the Duke, my lords!