Autcta,
Hush, you coarse slave; we'll surprise
‘Your good wife in her mystic exercise,
Quick, through the bramble!
[They burst through upon ADELA.
‘Crassus.
Now, you beast, I've got you!
The curse of God, and plague of Naples, rot you!
For this white brute—one slit!
[2e cuts the throat of Tu SWAN mith his dagger.
ADELA,
Oh love betrayed!
O my dead beauty! Faugh! deceitful maid.
Not Crassus found me out. Had I the wings
Of my dead love—oh lovel_—
Aticta.
Why, wondrous thingst
ADELA.
‘These nails shall serve. A servant!
Crassus.
She shall be
My wife, damned witch, when I have done with thee!
[THe SWAN dies.
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