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 beat of fevered pulse, by the consuming flame of inward illumination!

. It is the fever of your blood and the delirium of bodily weakness that feed the delusion. Listen to me, sir

. To hear how well you can lie?

. [Pointing to Teodora.] She is innocent.

. But I do not believe you.

. Sir, by my father's memory

. Don't insult his name and memory.

. By my mother's last kiss

. That kiss has long since been wiped from your brow.

. What then do you want, father? I will swear by anything you wish. Oh, my father!

. No oaths, or protests, or deceitful words.

. Then what? Only tell me.

. Yes, what, Julian?

. Deeds.

. What does he wish, Teodora? What does he ask of us?

. I don't know. Oh, what are we to do, Ernest?

. [Watching them in feverish distrust.] Ah, you would even deceive me to my face! You are plotting together, wretched traitors! I see it.

. It is fever that misleads you—not the testimony of your eyes.

. Fever, yes. And since fever is fire, it has 90