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 And forces to his foul embrace, the wife Even on her murder'd husband's gasping corse! Almighty God! I should not be a man If I did let one weak and pitiful feeling Make mine arm impotent to cleave him down. Think well of this young Man" he cried and seiz'd The hand of Theodore; "think well of this As you are human, as you hope to live In peace, amid the dearest joys of home; Think well of this: you have a tender mother, As you do wish that she may die in peace, As you would even to madness agonize To hear this maiden call on you in vain For aid, and see her dragg'd, and hear her scream In the blood-reeking soldier's lustful arms. "Think

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