_Chimène._ O deadly griefs!

_Don Rodrigo._ O vain regrets!

_Chimène._ Go, then, again [I beseech thee]; I can listen to thee no
more.

_Don Rodrigo._ Adieu! I go to drag along a lingering life, until it be
torn from me by thy pursuit.

_Chimène._ If I obtain my purpose, I pledge to thee my faith to exist
not a moment after thee. Adieu! Go hence, and, above all, take good care
that you are not observed. [_Exit Don Rodrigo._]

_Elvira._ Dear lady, whatever sorrows heaven sends us----

_Chimène._ Trouble me no more; let me sigh. I seek for silence and the
night in order to weep.


Scene V.--DON DIEGO.


Never do we experience [_lit._ taste] perfect joy. Our most fortunate
successes are mingled with sadness; always some cares, [even] in the
[successful] events, mar the serenity of our satisfaction. In the midst
of happiness my soul feels their pang: I float in joy, and I tremble
with fear. I have seen [lying] dead the enemy who had insulted me, yet I
am unable to find [_lit._ see] the hand which has avenged me. I exert