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Thou art beside thy wits; thou canst not hear me. The words they spoke, prove against her nor no one An act of guilt, but only the intent.

Intent! O monstrous! foul deliberation! If life blood warm his heart another day, I am bereft, debased, and brutified. Unmeet to wear the outward form of manhood.

Wilt thou not hear my story?

I have heard it, Knowing the cursed purport; ne'ertheless. Tell it all, as minutely as thou wilt, I'll listen to the end.

I drew close to the door, and heard these words Distinctly spoken in Don Maurice's voice:— "Thou knowest I fear Romiero's apt suspicion; "Delay were dang'rous; therefore, by the dawn, "Meet me beneath the grove of pines, prepared "To quit the castle. We will fly together:"— Or words to this effect, which indistinctly Fell into softer whispers, till, alarm'd, As I suppose, they left the gallery. 'T was my intent to give thee early notice;