human
Once more, Clara, I ask you, will you receive the Count?
gpt
Father, I cannot! gasped forth his unhappy child.
human
At least, spare me the horror of meeting him. In everything else I will obey you, but in this I cannot. I will sacrifice all my hopes in life to save your honour; I will give up the world, and the happiness I thought to find in it. I will quit life itself, and oh, gladly! but I cannot wed the Count.
gpt
Clara, you have chosen your lot, exclaimed the Fidalgo, raising her, and placing her on a seat, when he moved towards the door.
human
I will dismiss the Count at your desire, but I have one only course to pursue, which you have already consented to follow. Prepare to quit me for ever!