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My Fernando!
CLARA.
(Stops suddenly and keeps him away from her.)
Ah, what am I doing?
Go away! For God's sake, before he comes,
Before my cruel husband comes;
Flee, oh flee, your life depends on it!
FERNANDO (takes her hands).
Yes, it is life itself I want to win!
He is a fool who dares not act
Forcefully, when destiny's blind
Mask lies in his hand!
Let him shape it with spirit,
Seize happiness and change
The life of your loved one!
Do you believe, then, that I came here
Without purpose and without a plan, like
The wave cast up on the shore?
I shall leave here with only one companion,
Do you doubt that, Clara?
Everything is decided, everything is ready,
The ship waiting just below yonder
Has everything ready, the anchor is weighed,
And soon will fly like our thoughts
To America. And when
The morning hour finally strikes,
And he comes home from town,
This duke, this snake,
Will find his beautiful captive
Flown away with the morning mist!
Don Fernando, I am his wife.
CLARA (tears herself loose).
FERNANDO.
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