A man—I fail’d: and what love fail’d to do,
Shall hate accomplish? She said then, if ever
She suffer’d me to draw her face again,
Might she die for it. Into its inmost depth
Heav’n drew that idle word, and it returns
In thunder.
Ser. (dreaming). Juan! Husband! on my knees.
Oh Juan—slay me not!
Enter Alvaro; she wakes and rushes to him.
Alvaro,