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HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.
CARLOS.
LEONORA.
Whose most presumptuous love, not long ago,
She had for Juen's nobler suit rejected,
Is the mysterious stranger, here, by night,
Found lurking in the wood, whose hasty flight
So well betrayed his guilt.
CARLOS.
Despatch a swift pursuit, to trace his flight.
I've seen the youth, and can describe his mien,
And slender, graceful form. O most unlike
One who could do a fell and bloody deed!
LEONORA.
DIEGO.
More prone than sterner men.
CARLOS.
To question what you say. The time is precious:
I'll send, without delay, on every tract,
Those who, I trust, will shortly seize upon him,
Guilty or innocent. I came to say
Those maids and holy men, as you appointed,
Are in the chapel met, and wait your presence,