I now can see the folly I have done,
Though ’tis, alas! too late. So fare you well!
To-night I leave this hateful town forever. Once more, farewell!
Regard me as your friend.
Hyp. Farewell, Sir Count.
[Exeunt Victorian and Hypolito.
Lara. Farewell! farewell!
Thus have I cleared the field of my worst foe!
I have none else to fear; the fight is done,
The citadel is stormed, the victory won!