Readings from Modern Mexican Authors

S.: (Pointing at Blanca.) Look at her--! look at her--! She was _there_--! (Indicating his inner apartments, where she was.) And when, soon, you die at my hand, Viceroy of Mexic...

V.: I have already told you, Sancho, that I love you as a son. It is not the Viceroy of Mexico, who comes now to your house. I enter it as a friend. Receive me as such.

B.: In vain I seek repose. My agitated spirit wakes; my afflicted soul recalls the past and trembles for the future. There are moments, when I feel that I shall go mad!

Sancho, who has watched Blanca disappear, when she has gone, says: Unhappy being! Why does a cursed blood course through your veins? Aye!--What blame have I, for having loved yo...