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              2.  Lidia: Oh, Givanni,
                  What have you done! Sir, be a prince indeed
                  And pardon –
                  Duke: Stop, I order you. (to Giovanni)
                  I take you at your word – I banish you,
                  Dissmiss you from the order of succession
                  And leave you to your fate. (WATP, 264).
              3.  Marchesa: Dafne, stay!
                  I order you.
                  Count: I seek no pardon –
                  I only beg you to restrain your wrath
                  A little space, until you understand
                  This strange fatality that urged me on,
                  And made me seem disloyal. (WATP, 239).
              4.  Duke: Linda, sit here and listen – I, your prince, command it (WATP, 261).
              5.  Giovanni: I will excuse your tarring to the Duke.
                  Count: I thank Your Highness. (WATP, 213).
              6.  Count: Your grace is kind –
                  But pray reflect –
                  Duke: Is this your grattitude
                  For honours heaped on you?
                  Count: No, not – I pray you – very gladly
                  To serve you would I make this – sacrifice (WATP, 232).
              7.  Duke: Her heart is set
                  On wedding Dafne to Giovanni. You,
                  Marrying this girl, remove the obstacle
                  To that dear dream.
                  Count: True, true!
                  Duke: You hesitate?
                  I ask too much of you?
                  Count: No. I consent,
                  On the condition – that you undertake
                  To make my peace with Marchesa (WATP, 233)
              8.  Lidia: You, Captain Moro!
                  Count: I entreat your pardon (WATP, 241).
              9.  Giovanni: Lidia, let us fly,
                  Now, - on the instant! I renounce all claim to sovereignty, inherence – (WATP, 244).
              10. I bid Your Grace adieu! I humbly beg
                  your license to return at dawn tomorrow
                  to Caromonte. (WATP, 252).
              11. I beg of you, Señor,
                  Your license to examine that same toy
                  That dagger (WATP, 191).
              12. Beatriz: I am his widow, and I claim for him
                  An honourable grave… (WATP, 192).
              13. Pray you. Pardon me,
                  My lord, - if I mistake not, I address
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