Must bear you on my shoulders through the flames
That rise all round.
[Exeunt Gil and Isabel.
Ped. (rising). Oh, angel of sham death,
How much I owe your out-spread wings to-day,
Under whose shadow—Yo escaparè.
[Exit.
Scene IV.—An open Gallery in the Judge’s House at Salvatierra.
Enter Judge, and attendants, with lights, etc.
Judge. Here in this gallery where the air is cool