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GONZALEZ.

Thy face is fair;

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).

Woe, shame and woe,

Are on me in their might!—forgive, forgive!

GONZALEZ (starting up).

Doth the Moor deem that I have part or share,

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, dost thou scorn me?

XIMENA.

I have found

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.

Blessings light

On thy fair head, my gentle child, for this!