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MENCIA.

Nay, nay! for yonder Don Henriquez comes;

There's danger here.

ANTONIO.

And come who will, and let what will betide,

Despair thinks not of danger.

MENCIA.

Retire, retire, and we shall meet again.

ANTONIO.

When? where? this night? to-morrow? name the time.

MENCIA.

To-morrow by the early dawn I'll meet thee.

No; not to-morrow, but the following morn.

ANTONIO.

And at that early hour?

MENCIA.

Ev'n so: retire.

ANTONIO.

I have thy word for this?

MENCIA.

Thou hast, thou hast. [Exit Antonio.

(Alone.) Ay, he has loved me as no other will,
And thus he is requited. Woe the day!
Why did my timid spirit yield so poorly
To an ambitious sister?—Must it be?