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CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS;
ELLA (starting).
PETRONIUS.
ELLA.
PETRONIUS.
Have my misfortunes, with the world's fair favour,
Depriv'd me also of my only child?
ELLA.
Cast its dark shade upon thee, I had lov'd thee
And cherish'd thee in a lone desert, father.
But—but thou art
PETRONIUS.
What would'st thou say? what is there in thy mind?
ELLA.
Thou'rt not in safety. All men do condemn thee.
Thou art not come for good.—Oh, fly from hence!
Ruin, and shame, and death abide thee here:
Oh, fly, my wretched father.