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Father!

Where am I? Great God! What voice is this which trikes my ear?

Father!

'Tis Juliet, or my fright deceives me!

Cruel father, hear me, if you till poes the leat park of humanity.

Is it you, my daughter? Ah, Heavens! my blood freezes in my veins!

I come from the dark abode of death to reproach thee with thy rigour and injutice.

Alas! my dear Juliet; how hard is it that I can never ee you more!

Would have me appear to you under the hape which my detiny has obliged me to aume ince our eparation? Rh