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DONNA URRACA.

Impious to the last! You don't reflect on that hell which awaits you?

DON PABLO.

A truce with sermons-listen, my darling.-I shall be burned to-morrow; to-day is our own-let us take advantage of the occasion, and be happy once

more.

DONNA URRACA.

Rather, pagan, would I put the torch to your pile!

DON PABLO.

Oh! oh! what a very pretty speech! Are you not mad, Urraca? or rather can't one enter these walls, without becoming as hard and malicious as an inquisitor?

DONNA URRACA.

Choose, Sir !—I repeat it, death or life on the conditions I have told you.

DON PABLO.

Sir!-better and better !-Heavens! what is come over you?

DONNA URRACA.

I know you have but a single day to live.-As your old friend-as one who was once your friend-I should rejoice at your repentance.

DON PABLO.

Surely, I must have become very ugly in prison, since you treat me in this way.

DONNA URRACA.

Dismiss, I conjure you, sir, these fancies of former times. Repent, I intreat you.

DON PABLO.

Why, what the devil, will you never finish? This talk wearies me. Urraca, if you are in a fit of devotion, I am in a rage of love; so have done with your penance, and your convent.

DONNA URRACA.

Don Pablo, I detest you! But repent, I conjure

you.

You detest me?

DON PABLO.

DONNA URRACA.

Yes, traitor! but your perfidies, atrocious as they are, do not make me desire your death.

DON PABLO.

Traitor perfidies!—Impious, if you like-but never in my life have I betrayed a human being.

DONNA URRACA.

No, never?

DON PABLO.

Never. I suspect Don Augustin has sold me,

for he knew I was the author of the pamphlet. He became afraid, and hastened to denounce his accomplice, that the suspicion might not fall on himself. But for all that I will never betray his secret.

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DONNA URRACA.

Oh yes! towards men you are honourable; but with women

DON PABLO.

Since the time you first knew me, have I committed an infidelity?

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DONNA URRACA.

I smile, on thinking of the torments you are about to suffer in hell for your perjuries.

DON PABLO.

Strange jealousy !-I protest to you,

honour

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DONNA URRACA.

Be silent, wretch! Regard this portrait-to whom did you give it?

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DON PABLO.

Urraca, how long have we been acquainted?

DONNA URRACA.

Ah! the man of honour confounded!

DON PABLO.

Exactly two years. The first time I saw you, I had just passed from the university of Segovia, into the regiment of Carabiniers.-Do you remember my new regimentals, upon which you complimented me so much? Well, look at the portrait-what is the uniform?

DONNA URRACA.

Good God! that of Segovia !-Don Pablo! (Throws herself into his arms.)

DON PABLO.

Ah! ah! the old witch Belisa, whom I quitted for you, must have played you a trick; she is spiteful, like all old women. It is more than three years since this portrait was painted.

DONNA URRACA.

Pardon me, love !—I am miserable. I deserve to die-kill me!

DON PABLO.

Nonsense! we are better friends than ever; we'll enjoy ourselves, as on the first moment of our love.

You?

DONNA, URRACA.

Unfortunate! If you knew who denounced you !→→

'Twas I!

DON PABLO.

DONNA URRACA.

Yes, I!-Jealousy and rage have blinded me.

DON PABLO.

Your love for me I knew was very powerful, yet I couldn't believe it would have gone so far.-But rise and embrace me.

DONNA URRACA.

Can you pardon me?

PABLO.

I only think of your love.-By Heavens it was violent!

DONNA URRACA.

Pablo, I am tall; put on my clothes, and save yourself.

DON PABLO.

Softly! they would burn you in my stead.

DONNA URRACA.

Good God! what shall we do?

DON PABLO.

We must submit, my queen; and make the most of our time, by playing every possible folly.

DONNA URRACA.

Listen:-Father Bartolomeo, who introduced me

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