Octavio (reads). 'Be sure, make haste! Your faithful Isolan.'
—O that I had but left this town behind me.
To split upon a rock so near the haven!— 150
Away! This is no longer a safe place for me!
Where can my son be tarrying?
FOOTNOTES:
[718:1] It probably did not suit Schiller's purposes to remark, what he doubtless knew, that Butler was of a noble Irish family, indeed one of the noblest. MS. R.
LINENOTES:
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me 1800, 1828, 1829.
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Octavio (coldly). 1800, 1828, 1829.
After [92] [Butler is suddenly struck. 1800, 1828, 1829.