368
HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.
Or other means did speed his end, I know not:
He died last night.
HENRIQUEZ.
Freed from his master, fears his wrath no more.
My poor Diego! he did live with me
In too much awe: and yet he loved me well.
I was to blame in this.
Enter Leonora and Mencia.
CARLOS.
HENRIQUEZ.
CARLOS.
HENRIQUEZ.
Yet thou art welcome to my heart once more.
Farewell in love,—in true, in most dear love,
My dearest wife.
LEONORA.
The cause of all thy misery,—thy bane.
HENRIQUEZ (embracing her).