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I found her at that time. When she returned,
At a late hour, we had some wrangling words,
Glozed o'er, but poorly glozed, with female fraud,
Which soon betray'd itself, and then I left her.

GUZMAN.

'Tis very strange; and what I heard them say——

ROMIERO.

Ay, ay! proceed with that; and make no pause

Till thou hast told the whole, though it should make me
A very fiend of agony and shame.

GUZMAN.

Thou graspest my throat so hard, I cannot speak.

ROMIERO.

Well, well, then! Out with all their damned words,

Till they have proved the blackest tint of guilt,
And then will come the fatal end of all;
The sabre clutch' d in strength; the stroke of vengeance;
The horrible joy, that lasteth for a moment!
Let all this be; let horror be unstinted!
Let every misery light upon the head
Of that most wanton——No, the word would choke me;
I will not utter it.