Enter Don Felix.
Don Fel. My son to go and marry her, without her father's knowledge? This can never end well. I don't know what to do, he'll conclude I was privy to it, and his power and interest are so great at court, he may with ease contrive my ruin: I tremble at his sending to speak with me——Mercy on me, there he is.
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Alv. Ah! Shield me, kind heaven! There's Don Felix come: how I am struck with the sight of him! O the torment of a guilty mind!
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Don Fel. What shall I say to soften him?
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Alv. How shall I look him in the face?
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Don Fel. 'Tis impossible he can forgive it.