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Yes, yes, Carlotti—give, Give to my longing soul the means to crush My hated rivals—let me plant despair In others' hearts——Julian! Sforza! And she, that young fair girl——Oh, it were bliss, Maddening, ecstatic bliss, to see them writhe In agony like mine! Young Julian stands Upon the brink of ruin, he has spread His new-fledged wings too near the fervid sun. What dost thou mean? By chance, a lucky chance I trust it was, I learned that Julian And the young Princess secretly were joined In wedlock's bonds; and yesternight, at court, He dropped this billet, written by the hand