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Freb. Madam, your goodness has my grateful thanks. [ supporting Jane into the convent.

De Monfort ''is discovered sitting in a thoughtful posture. He remains so for some time. His face afterwards begins to appear agitated, like one whose mind is harrowed with the severest thoughts; then, starting from his seat, he clasps his hands together, and holds them up to heaven.''

De Mon. O that I had ne'er known the light of day! That filmy darkness on mine eyes had hung, And clos'd me out from the fair face of nature! O that my mind, in mental darkness pent, Had no perception, no distinction known, Of fair or foul, perfection nor defect; Nor thought conceiv'd of proud pre-eminence! O that it had! O that I had been form'd An idiot from the birth! a senseless changeling, Who eats his glutton's meal with greedy haste, Nor knows the hand who feeds him.— (Pauses; then, in a calmer sorrowful voice.) What am I now? how ends the day of life? For end it must; and terrible this gloom, The storm of horrours that surround its close. This little term of nature's agony Will soon be o'er, and what is past is past: But shall I then, on the dark lap of earth