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This is my wretched work! Heaven was his judge, Yet I, with cruel unrelenting sternness, Have push'd him on his fate. O Garcio, Garcio!

Do not upbraid thyself: thou hast done well; For no repentance e'er could make me worthy To live with thee, though it has made me worthy To die for thee.

My dear and generous Garcio! Alas, alas!

O calm that frantic grief! For had my life been spared, my dearest Margaret, A wand'ring banish'd wretch I must have been, Lonely and sad: but now, forgiven by thee,— For so my heart assures me that I am,— To breathe my parting spirit in thy presence, For one who has so heavily offended, Is a most happy end. It is so happy That I have faith to think my deep contrition