Jaq. Rest satisfied he cannot be so cruel

   (Rash as he is) to shed the innocent blood

   Of a defenceless, unoffending youth.

 Adel. He cannot be so cruel? Earth and heaven!

   Did I not see the dreadful preparations?

   The slaves, who tremble at my father's nod,

   Pale, and confounded, dress the fatal block?

   But I will fly; fall prostrate at his feet;

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   If nature is not quite extinguish'd in him,

   My prayers, my tears, my anguish, sure will move him.

 Jaq. Move him indeed! but to redoubled fury:

   He dooms him dead, for loving Isabel;

   Think, will it quench the fever of his rage,

   To find he durst aspire to charm his daughter.

 Adel. Did I hear right? for loving Isabel?

   I knew not that before. Does he then love her?

 Jaq. Nothing I heard distinctly; wild confusion

   Runs through the castle: every busy fool,

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