XLII.

Lambro presented, and one instant more Had stopped this Canto, and Don Juan's breath, When Haidée threw herself her boy before; Stern as her sire: "On me," she cried, "let Death Descend--the fault is mine; this fatal shore He found--but sought not. I have pledged my faith; I love him--I will die with him: I knew Your nature's firmness--know your daughter's too."