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HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.

Ev'n oaths upon the holy reliques sworn,
The holy church annuls: it will release you.
Then say not you are bound.

KING.

From oaths upon the holy reliques sworn

The church can loose, as thou, no doubt, hast learnt
From sacred books and this good Father's lore;
But, solemnly, upon Henriquez's sword
I've pledged a prince's word—a soldier's honour,
From which nought can release me, but the will
And free consent of him to whom 't is pledged.
Hie, therefore, to thy Lord: kneel at his feet,
And may Heaven give thee power to touch his heart.

LEONORA.

Is all my hope in this! Unhappy woman!

By Heaven and man abandon'd!—Dismal doom!

The woe of desperation! (Franticly wringing her hands, and then turning in anger to the King.)
There's mockery in this. Thou art a king,

And canst command what I would beg in vain;
Command him, as his royal Liege and Master,
That he release thee from this fatal pledge.
A king, and not obey'd! deceitful shadow!
Doth not thy power o'er all things reign supreme?