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 Father

Oh, my son! I trust thy heart undoubtingly. But am I Equally sure of thy collectedness? Wilt thou be able, with calm countenance, To enter this man's presence, when that I Have trusted to thee his whole fate?

According As thou dost trust me, father, with his crime.

What! how!—a full imperial patent!

Read it.

Duke Friedland sentenc'd and condemned!

Even so.

Oh, this is too much!—O unhappy error!

Read on. Collect thyself.

How!—what!—Thou!—thou! OCTAVIO.