XLIII.

“Thou wilt not go--thou wilt not, Carlos, leave “Thy Isidora’s side--thy life expose. “What boots their plunder? ’Tis for thee I grieve, “Alone--unaided, amongst ruffian foes. “Father, I dread the worst if Carlos goes.” But Carlos kist her tenderly, and said: “No danger fear, _mi alma_, blushful rose! “I will be careful for thy sake--this head “Bright Heaven is sure to shield--an Angel I would wed!”