SCENE V.
Sancho, who has watched Blanca disappear, when she has gone, says: Unhappy being! Why does a cursed blood course through your veins? Aye!—What blame have I, for having loved you ere I knew the stock from which you came—the blood that gives color and freshness to your cheeks, smile to your lips, light to your eyes? Why do I love you, when I ought to hate you? Why ought I to hate you, when I love you with all my heart?—What is this?—Aye! Aye! I cannot. I cannot more.
(The curtain falls darkly on the scene. A short pause.)
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SCENE VII.
Viceroy: Sancho——
Sancho: Enter sir! So great an honor!—
V.: I have already told you, Sancho, that I love you as a son. It is not the Viceroy of Mexico, who comes now to your house. I enter it as a friend. Receive me as such.
S.: And—to what, then, do I owe this pleasure? Seat yourself, sir, seat yourself.
(The Viceroy seats himself.)