SCENE V.

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 you ere I knew the stock from which you came--the blood that gives color and freshness to your cheeks, smile to your lips, light to your eyes? Why do I love you, when I ought to hate you? Why ought I to hate you, when I love you with all my heart?--What is this?--Aye! Aye! I cannot. I cannot more.

(The curtain falls darkly on the scene. A short pause.)

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