neglect it;
My cheek is fire, that I should ever dare
To do this stealthy deed.

IV:3:6 SIDO.
And yet I feel
I could do one as secret and more bold.
A moment, lady; do not turn away
With that cold look.

IV:3:7 COUN.
My children wait me, sir;
Yet I would thank you, for you meant me kindness.

IV:3:8 SIDO.
And mean it yet. Ah! beauteous Florimonde,
It is the twilight hour, when hearts are soft,
And mine is like the quivering light of eve;
I love thee!

IV:3:9 COUN.
And for this I'm here, and he,
He is not false! O happiness!

IV:3:10 SIDO.
Sweet lady--

IV:3:11 COUN.
My Lord Sidonia, I can pardon thee,
I am so joyful.

IV:3:12 SIDO.
Nay, then.

IV:3:13 COUN.
Unhand me, Sir!

IV:3:14 SIDO.
But to embrace this delicate waist. Thou art mine:
I've sighed and thou hast spurned. What is not yielded
In war we capture. Ere a flying hour,
Thy hated Burgos vanishes. That voice;
What, must I stifle it, who fain would listen
For ever to its song? In vain thy cry,
For none are here but mine.

[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