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ROMIERO (stooping over her).

What wouldst thou say? What means that gentle motion?

ZORADA.

Come close to me; thou'rt pardon'd, Love, thou'rt pardoned.

ROMIERO.

No, say that I am blasted, ruin'd, cursed,

Hateful to God and man.

Re-enter Maurice with water, which she tastes.

ZORADA.

Thou art not cursed; O no! then be more calm.

(Endeavouring to raise herself up.) Look here; he is my father: think of that.

Thou'rt pardon'd, Love; thou'rt pardoned.

[Dies.

ROMIERO.

She call'd me Love. Did she not call me so?

GUZMAN.

Yes, most endearingly.

ROMIERO.

And she is gone, and I have murder'd her!

(Throws himself on the body, and moaning piteously; then starts up in despair, and looks furiously at Sebastian.)

Thou restless, selfish, proud, rebellious spirit!

Thy pride has work'd our ruin, been our bane;