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I knew thou wert superiour to myself, And to all men beside: thou wert my pride; I paid thee def'rence with a willing heart.

Bas. It was delusion, all delusion, Rosinberg! I feel my weakness now, I own my pride. Give me thy hand, my time is near the close; Do this for me; thou know'st my love, Victoria—

Ros. O! curse that woman! she it is alone, She has undone us all!

Bas. It doubles unto me the stroke of death To hear thee name her thus. O! curse her not! The fault is mine; she's gentle, good and blameless.— Thou wilt not then my dying wish fulfil?

Ros. I will! I will! what wouldst thou have me do?

Bas. See her when I am gone; be gentle with her, And tell her that I bless'd her in my death, E'en in mine agonies I lov'd and bless'd her. Wilt thou do this?—

Ros.I'll do what thou desir'st.

Bas. I thank thee Rosinberg; my time draws near. (Raising his head a little and perceiving Officers.) Is there not some one here? are we alone?

''Ros. (making a sign for the Officers to retire)'' 'Tis but a sentry, to prevent intrusion.

Bas. Thou know'st this desp'rate deed from sacred rights Hath shut me out; I am unbless'd of men,