[Enter ORAN.]
IV:3:15 ORAN.
Turn, robber, turn --
IV:3:16 SIDO.
Ah! treason in the camp! Thus to thy heart.
[They fight. ORAN beats off SIDONIA, they leave the scene fighting;
the COUNTESS swoons.]
[Enter a procession with lighted torches, attending the Infanta SOLISA
from Mass.]
IV:3:17 1ST USH.
A woman!
IV:3:18 2ND USH.
Does she live
IV:3:19 SOL.
What stops our course?
[The Train ranging themselves on each side, the Infanta approaches
the COUNTESS.]
IV:3:20 SOL.
Most strange and lovely vision! Does she breathe?
I'll not believe 'tis death. Her hand is cold,
And her brow damp; Griselda, Julia, maidens
Hither, and yet stand off; give her free air.
How shall we bear her home? Now, good Lorenzo,
You, and Sir Miguel, raise her; gently, gently.
Still gently, sirs. By heavens, the fairest face
I yet did gaze on! Some one here should know her.
'Tis one that must be known. That's well; relieve
That kerchief from her neck; mind not our state;
I'll by her side; a swoon, methinks; no more,
Let's hope and pray!
[They raise the body of the COUNTESS, and bear her away.]
[Enter Count of LEON.]
IV:3:21 LEON.
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