Rather than your disgrace!
Teresa (clinging to him.)
Break not my hold!
I caused thy danger—I alone! I’ll shield thee
With my entwining arms. They shall not strike—
Or if they do—mine—mine—shall be the death!
Foscarini.
Love! love! my fate
Preserves me for embrace so blest as this,
Only when I must break from it! Oh! death