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ROMIERO.

Her father!

ZORADA.

Yes; my father, dear Romiero!

Thou wilt not slay us both. Let one suffice.
Thou lovedst me once; I know thou lovest me now:
Shall blood so dear to thee be shed in vain?
Let it redeem my father!—I am faint,
Else I would kneel to thee.

(Endeavouring to kneel, but prevented and supported by Nurse and Beatrice.)

NURSE.

Do not, dear murder'd child!

BEATRICE.

My dear, dear friend, forbear. He heeds thee not.

GUZMAN.

Romiero, dost thou hear her sad request?

ROMIERO.

I hear your voices murm'ring in mine ear

Confused and dismal. Words I comprehend not.
What have I done? Some dreadful thing, I fear.
It is delusion this! she is not slain:
Some horrible delusion.

ZORADA (aside to Sebastian).

Fly, fly, dear father, while he is so wild.

He will not know and will not follow thee.