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And dost thou fear for me? Is there within thee Still some remains of love for one so guilty? Thou wilt not then, in utter detestation, Heap curses on my head.

Guilty as thou hast been, I cannot curse thee. O no! I'll nightly from my cloister'd cell Send up to pitying Heaven my prayers for thee.

Thy cloister'd cell! What mean those threat'ning words?

Garcio, we must part.

No; never! Any punishment but this! We shall not part.

We must, we must! 't were monstrous, 't were unholy Longer to live with thee.

No, Margaret, no! Think'st thou I will indeed Submit to this, ev'n cursed as I am? No; were I black as hell's black fiends, and thou Pure as celestial spirits (and so thou art),