Spaniards

(Disrupts a sling.)

Noemi

My father!

(despairingly)

He tore the bandage! - he will die.

(All rush to impose again.)
Sarah

ABOUT! As he weakened, unhappy…
What pallor covers the cheeks:
What a pity!..

Fernando

Give me to drink, I burn;
Language dried up ... more, for god's sake!

(Sarah goes for the drink.)
Noemi

Spaniard, take it easy! Calm down!
You were unhappy, I see,
though young. I have heard before,
What if we say to the sufferer,
That he is unhappy, then remove the burden
With his soul!.. Brother! As much as I wanted,
You to be healthy and happy!..

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