I'm lost: she is too fair. The secret's out
Of sick delays. He's feigned; he has but feigned.
[Rushing to Alarcos.]
Is that thy wife? and I? and what am I?
A trifled toy, a humoured instrument?
To guide with glozing words, vilely cajole
With petty perjuries? Is that thy wife?
Thou said'st she was not fair, thou did'st not love her:
Thou lied'st. O, anguish, anguish!
IV:4:23 ALAR.
By the cross,
My soul is pure to thee. I'm wildered quite.
How came she here
IV:4:24 SOL.
As she shall ne'er return.
Now, Count Alarcos, by the cross thou swearest
Thy faith is true to me.
IV:4:25 ALAR.
Ay, by the cross,
IV:4:26 SOL.
Give me thy dagger.
IV:4:27 ALAR.
Not that hand or mine.
IV:4:28 SOL.
Is this thy passion!
[Takes his dagger.]
Thus I gain the heart
I should despise.
[Rushes to the couch.]
IV:4:29 COUN.
What's this I see?
IV:4:30 ALAR.
[seizing the Infanta's upraised arm]
A dream
A horrid dream, yet but a dream.
THE END OF THE FOURTH ACT.
ACT V
SCENE 1
Exterior of the Castle of Alarcos in the valley of Arlanzon.
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