wish, Prince, you would put me in the way of leaving this place, so that
the restraint I put upon myself may be ended.

GARC. No, no, do not fear that you will be compelled to violate the
order you received. Whatever righteous wrath is kindled within me, and
which no doubt delights you, Count, I know when it should break forth.
This place is open to you; you can leave it, proud of the advantages you
have gained. But once more I tell you that my head alone can put your
conquest into your hands.

ALPH. When matters shall have reached that point, fortune and our arms
will soon end our quarrel.




ACT IV.

SCENE I.--DONNA ELVIRA, DON ALVAREZ.


ELV. You can go back, Don Alvarez, but do not expect that you shall
persuade me to forget this offence. The wound which my heart received is
incurable; all endeavours to heal it make it but fester the more. Does
the Prince think I shall listen to some simulated compliments? No, no,
he has made me too angry; and his fruitless repentance, which led you
hither, solicits a pardon which I will not grant.

ALV. Madam, he deserves your pity. Never was any offence expiated with
more stinging remorse; if you were to see his grief, it would touch your