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Hell has again ingulfed The demon who betrayed me to this deed. I have not murdered Julian. The fiend, Though ravenous for blood, had felt a thrill Of gentle pity in his fire-seared breast, And staid mine arm.—My Veronica, too, How cold and pale she lies beside him; soon, Sweet innocent, thou wilt awake to pangs Of ceaseless torture.——What wild shriek was there! Am I the cause? Again it tears mine ears, Rings through my brain.——It is his wretched wife. Here is the scene of blood; bind fast his arms, Drag the assasin to a dungeon. We Have here a mournful task.[Exeunt.