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Who cannot turn again. Until that day, till that accursed day, I knew not half the torment of this hell, Which burns within my breast. Heaven's lightning blast him!

Jane. O this is horrible! Forbear, forbear! Lest heaven's vengeance light upon thy head, For this most impious wish.

De Mon.Then let it light. Torments more fell than I have felt already It cannot send. To be annihilated; What all men shrink from; to be dust, be nothing, Were bliss to me, compar'd to what I am.

Jane. Oh! would'st thou kill me with these dreadful words?

De Mon. (Raising his arms to heaven.) Let me but once upon his ruin look, Then close mine eyes for ever! Ha! how is this? thou'rt ill; thou'rt very pale. What have I done to thee? Alas, alas! I meant not to distress thee.—O my sister!

''Jane. (Shaking her head.)'' I cannot speak to thee.

De Mon. I have kill'd thee. Turn, turn thee not away! look on me still!