This dreadful shadow of ill fate that comes between us
two."
"The fate of an ill-fated one, and no help can there be,
The king commands that I kill thee, and the Infanta wed."
Scarce had these dreadful words been spoke in stifled agony
When the unhappy Countess fell, as if her life had fled.
God did not give her death's relief, tho' better she had
died
For anguish deeper far than death recalled life to her heart,
"Wait, wait, Count Yanno, kill me not, but let me go and hide