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68 By yielding to my prayers to be set free,—

To be sent home. Oh, let me but go hence

As I came hither; I will speak to none

Of this night's outrage,—even to my father.

Ask anything but this.

Nothing but this!

You have a wife, my lord; what if she knew?

The more need to take care that you tell her not!

Come, little one, give up these swelling looks,

Though they become you mightily. [Approaching her.

Stand off!

Help! Help!

A door! ha! [She forces it open, rushes in, and closes it violently.

Deeper in the toils!

[Laughs.] The lamb seeks shelter in the wolf's own den.

My lord!

Torelli's voice! How now, Torelli? [Enter, L.

My lord, the Duchess is returned.