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342 Thou shalt find there a sin no prayer may shrive— The murder of thy father. To all dreams That haunt thee of past anguish, shall be added The vision of this horror!


 * [He draws from his girdle a dagger and stabs him self to the heart,- he falls and dies, and flings herself, swooning, upon his body.