Tor. O Leonora, what can love do more? 
I have opposed your ill fate to the utmost;
Combated heaven and earth to keep you mine;
And yet at last that tyrant justice!  Oh—­

Leo. ’Tis past, ’tis past, and love is ours no more;
Yet I complain not of the powers above;
They made me a miser’s feast of happiness,
And could not furnish out another meal. 
Now, by yon stars, by heaven, and earth, and men,
By all my foes at once, I swear, my Torrismond,
That to have had you mine for one short day,
Has cancelled half my mighty sum of woes! 
Say but you hate me not.

Tor. I cannot hate you.

Raym. Can you not? say that once more, That all the saints may witness it against you.

Leo. Cruel Raymond! 
Can he not punish me, but he must hate? 
O, ’tis not justice, but a brutal rage,
Which hates the offender’s person with his crimes! 
I have enough to overwhelm one woman,
To lose a crown and lover in a day: 
Let pity lend a tear, when rigour strikes.

Raym. Then, then you should have thought of tears and pity,
When virtue, majesty, and hoary age,
Pleaded for Sancho’s life.

Leo. My future days shall be one whole contrition: 
A chapel will I build, with large endowment,
Where every day an hundred aged men
Shall all hold up their withered hands to heaven,
To pardon Sancho’s death.

Tor. See, Raymond, see; she makes a large amends: 
Sancho is dead; no punishment of her
Can raise his cold stiff limbs from the dark grave;
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest,
To see, with joy, her miseries on earth.

Raym. Heaven may forgive a crime to penitence,
For heaven can judge if penitence be true;
But man, who knows not hearts, should make examples
Which, like a warning piece, must be shot off,
To fright the rest from crimes.

Leo. Had I but known that Sancho was his father, I would have poured a deluge of my blood, To save one drop of his.

Tor. Mark that, inexorable Raymond, mark!  ’Twas fatal ignorance, that caused his death.

Raym. What! if she did not know he was your father,
She knew he was a man, the best of men;
Heaven’s image double-stamped, as man and king.

Leo. He was, he was, even more than you can say; But yet—­

Raym. But yet you barbarously murdered him.

Leo. He will not hear me out!

Tor. Was ever criminal forbid to plead?  Curb your ill-mannered zeal.

Raym. Sing to him, syren;
For I shall stop my ears:  Now mince the sin,
And mollify damnation with a phrase;
Say, you consented not to Sancho’s death,
But barely not forbade it.

Leo. Hard-hearted man, I yield my guilty cause;
But all my guilt was caused by too much love. 
Had I, for jealousy of empire, sought
Good Sancho’s death, Sancho had died before. 
’Twas always in my power to take his life;
But interest never could my conscience blind,
Till love had cast a mist before my eyes,
And made me think his death the only means
Which could secure my throne to Torrismond.