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HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.
Which, at the Throne of Grace, some moments since,
Thou didst devoutly pray for?
HENRIQUEZ.
Was smother'd, not extinct. (Turning to the King.)
I will not, standing on this awful verge,
To mortal greatness bend, else on my knees
I'd crave forgiveness of this new offence: (laying his hand sorrowfully on his breast.)
An unrein'd mind, offending to the last. (The King rushes into his arms and embraces him; then turns away, retiring to the bottom of the stage, to conceal strong emotion.)
HENRIQUEZ.
But thou'lt forgive me now the many wrongs
I've done thine honest worth, fastidiously
Bestowing confidence on one alone. (Taking his hand affectionately.)
(Turning to Antonio.) And thou, brave youth, I know thy gen'rous soul.
Though I have held thee long in doubt, I trust Thou part'st with me in charity.