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armed, and had not threatened them with instant death, if they should dare to seize the Princess. The stranger, opening his eyes, and beholding a woman, said—art thou—pray tell me truly—art thou Isabella of Vicenza? I am; said she: good heaven restore thee!—Then thou—then thou—said the Knight, struggling for utterance—seest—thy father—give me one—oh! amazement! horror! what do I hear! what do I see! cried Isabella. My father! you my father! how came you here, Sir, for heaven's sake speak!—oh! run for help, or he will expire!—'Tis most true, said the wounded Knight, exerting all his force; I am Frederic thy father—yes, I came to deliver thee—It will not be—give me a parting kiss, and take—Sir, said Theodore, do not exhaust yourself: suffer us to convey you to the castle—to the castle! said Isabella; is there no help nearer than the castle? would you expose my father to the tyrant? if he goes thither, I dare not accompany him—and yet, can Ileave
