MOTHER.
O Heavens! how cruel are ye!
MERCHANT.
Come, hasten, boy.
JUAN.
Will you go with me, brother?
FRANCISCO.
I cannot, Juan, 'tis not in my power;—
May Heaven protect you, Juan!
MOTHER.
O my child,
My joy and my delight, God won't forget thee!
JUAN.
O father! mother! whither will they bear me
Away from you?
MOTHER.
Permit me, worthy Signor,
To speak a moment in my infant's ear.
Grant me this small contentment; very soon
I shall know nought but grief.
MERCHANT.
What you would say,
Say now; to-night is the last time.
MOTHER.
To-night
Is the first time my heart e'er felt such grief.
JUAN.
Pray keep me with you, mother, for I know not
Whither he'd carry me.