fault, love, i’m not so slow-witted, i figured out your secret, i i myself am a sinner before you, doni marta the culprit is not guilty, don’t worry, dona marta, no matter how dejected your parent is by the death of his son, he will understand, he will forgive you, sword to me, parutchik, sword! i will kill them, good friend, vindictiveness is incompatible with nobility, don philippa is not guilty of murder, sir, my father, have mercy, because i am childless, i am able to support both of your daughters. you will be a second father for martha and philippa, wow, let me, who was partly the cause of your anthony’s death, compensate for this loss by becoming your son. sorry, sorry, sorry. sorry, there’s nothing to do, i forgive, and your youngest daughter, take your own for me. ah, father, so be it, i have lost two sons. we got along, i see two weddings, it wouldn’t hurt , sir, for good measure , to marry off your sister-in-law to me, it’s indecent for me to leave don gomez behind my nieces, let him reign today is joy, well, how is your paralysis? i , the pious martha, was healed of lameness, our

pretense, it’s all my fault, love, i’m not so slow-witted, i figured out your secret , i myself am doni martais own fault he died, i understand that the culprit is not guilty, do not worry, dona marta, no matter how dejected your parent was by the death of his son , he will understand, he will forgive you. the sword is up to my hand, the sword, i will kill them, good friend, vindictiveness is incompatible with nobility and murder. don philippa is not guilty, sir, my father, have mercy, because i am destitute, i will leave a fortune to both of your daughters, you will be second to martha and philippa father, let me, who was partly the cause of your antonio's death. make up for this loss by becoming your son. sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. nothing, i forgive, but your youngest daughter, give up the north for me, oh father, so be it. i found two sons, we got along, i see two weddings, it wouldn’t hurt, sir, for good measure , to marry your sister-in-law to me, but pluh, it’s indecent for me don gomez to lag behind my niece, let joy reign today, well, how’s your paralysis? i , the pious martha, was