IV:2:9 SIDO.
Yet a bitter doom
To torture those you'd bless. I have a thought.
What if this eve you visit this same spot,
That shrouds these meetings? If he's wanting then,
The rest might prove as false.
IV:2:10 COUN.
He will be there,
I feel he will be there.
IV:2:11 SIDO.
We should not think so,
Until our eyes defeat our hopes.
IV:2:12 COUN.
O Burgos,
My heart misgave me when I saw thy walls!
To doubt is madness, yet 'tis not despair,
And that may be my lot.
IV:2:13 SIDO.
The palace gardens
Are closed, except to master-keys. Here's one,
My office gives it me, and it can count
Few brethren. You will be alone.
IV:2:14 COUN.
Alas!
I dare not hope so.
IV:2:15 SIDO.
Well, well, think of this;
Yet take the key.
IV:2:16 COUN.
O that it would unlock
The heart now closed to me! To watch his ways
Was once my being. Shall I prove the spy
Of joys I may not share? I will not take
That fatal key.
IV:2:17 SIDO.
'Tis well; I pray you, pardon
My ill-timed zeal.
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