and from that moment I wished to avert this misfortune.

_Don Alonzo._ Chimène approaches to lay her grief at your feet [_lit._
brings to your knees her grief]; she comes all in tears to sue for
justice from you.

_Don Fernando._ Much though my soul compassionates her sorrows, what the
Count has done seems to have deserved this just punishment of his
rashness. Yet, however just his penalty may be, I cannot lose such a
warrior without regret. After long service rendered to my state, after
his blood has been shed for me a thousand times, to whatever thoughts
his [stubborn] pride compels me, his loss enfeebles me, and his death
afflicts me.


Scene VIII.--DON FERNANDO, DON DIEGO, CHIMÈNE, DON SANCHO, DON ARIAS,
and DON ALONZO.


_Chimène._ Sire, sire, justice!

_Don Diego._ Ah, sire, hear us!

_Chimène._ I cast myself at your feet!

_Don Diego._ I embrace your knees!

_Chimène._ I demand justice.

_Don Diego._ Hear my defence.