SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
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GONZALEZ.
And hath been unto me, in other days,
As morning to the journeyer of the deep;
But now—'tis too like hers!
ELMINA (falling at his feet).
Are on me in their might!—forgive, forgive!
GONZALEZ (starting up).
Or counsel in this vileness?—Stay me not!
Let go thy hold—'tis powerless on me now—
I linger here, while treason is at work!
[Exit Gonzalez.
ELMINA.
XIMENA.
In mine own heart too much of feebleness,
Hid, beneath many foldings, from all eyes
But His whom nought can blind;—to dare do aught
But pity thee, dear mother!
ELMINA.
On thy fair head, my gentle child, for this!