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GUZMAN.

Nay, nay, good Nurse; think of next month's confession,

When lying must be paid for. Father Thomas

For a small penance will not let thee off. (Here Romiero appears from behind the arras, with gestures of impatience, but draws back again.)

GUZMAN.

Know'st thou not where he is, this son of thine?

A handsome youth, no doubt.

NURSE.

As ever stepp'd upon the blessed earth.

When but an infant, he with fair Zorada
Play'd like a brother. Such a pretty pair!
And the sweet children loved each other dearly.
Would he were here! but where he is I know not.

ROMIERO (bursting out upon her).

Vile wretch! thou liest; but thou shalt tell the truth.

I'll press the breath from out thy cursed body,
Unless thou tell me where thy son is hid.

NURSE.

My son, my Lord!

ROMIERO.

Ay, witch; I say thy son;

The ugliest hound the sun e'er looked upon.
Tell me, and instantly, if thou wouldst breathe

Another moment. Tell me instantly. (Shaking her violently, while Guzman interposes,