I love it [him]! In the shades of night carefully conceal thy departure;
if they see thee going forth, my honor runs a risk. The only opportunity
which slander can have is to know that I have tolerated thy presence
here. Give it no opportunity to assail my honor.

_Don Rodrigo._ Let me die.

_Chimène._ Nay, leave me.

_Don Rodrigo._ On what art thou resolved?

_Chimène._ In spite of the glorious love-fires which impede [_lit._
trouble] my wrath, I will do my utmost to avenge my father; but, in
spite of the sternness of such a cruel duty, my sole desire is to be
able to accomplish nothing [against thee].

_Don Rodrigo._ O wondrous love [_lit._ miracle of love]!

_Chimène._ O accumulation of sorrows!

_Don Rodrigo._ What misfortunes and tears will our fathers cost us!

_Chimène._ Rodrigo, who would have believed----?

_Don Rodrigo._ Chimène, who would have said----?

_Chimène._ That our happiness was so near, and would so soon be ruined?

_Don Rodrigo._ And that so near the haven, contrary to all appearances
[_or_, expectation], a storm so sudden should shatter our hopes?