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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