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the outlaw.
Thou doubt'st me? Truly thou may'st well,
When a corporeal form I stand before thee!
I will unravel this strange mystery:—
A man was found, lurking about the spot,
Where I was said to hide,—
And, seized by those who sought my life,
They gave to him a most exalted fate:—
He died upon a lofty scaffolding.—
Nay, droop not, Isabella! I could not save!
I heard the tale hours after his sad fate.
Rouse thee, dear one! speak, speak to thine own brother!
[Helvitio supports his Sister.
L. Isabel. [faintly.] It was lord Oscar!

Enter Alberto, disguised as a Hermit.

Alber. [furious with passion.] Die!
[Stabs Lady Isabella.—Helvetio too late to arrest the stroke, springs upon Alberto. Lady Isabella for a moment revives and sees her brother in danger.
L. Isabel. My brother! save thee! oh, fly!