Count. Speak, tell me quickly, thou dear, suffering angel!
Adel. Be gentle to my mother; her kind nature
Has suffer'd much; she will need all your care:
Forsake her not; and may the All-merciful
Look down with pity on this fatal error;
Bless you—and—oh—
[Dies.
Count. She dies in prayer for me;
Prays for me, while her life streams from my stroke.