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.”