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Rather, good Angelo, Restrain my arm, than urge my gasping soul To deeds of horror; limb from limb I'll tear The dark apostate in her presence; sate My rav'nous eyes upon her agonies; Deface the beauty which has dared to cheat The world with virtue's semblance; monuments To future ages they shall stand, and leave A dreadful lesson to posterity.

The night is waning fast; 't is now the hour When from the palace-garden Julian glides, Tearing himself from Veronica's arms, Mid fond complaints, sweet kisses, and hot tears.

The palace-garden say'st thou? It shall be To both a grave. Come on, Prince Angelo, And witness my revenge. [Exeunt.