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To mitigate thy anguish. Oh, I fear
Our parting is eternal. If in Heaven
The virtuous mother who had left on earth
A much-loved child, should seek it vainly 'mid
The new-created angels, Veronica, where
Would be her Paradise?
Veronica.
'Tis past, 'tis fled;
My only hope is melted into air,
Expect not, ask me not to live, Geraldi,
I never can survive thee.
Geraldi.
Heaven avert
This frightful visitation of my crime,
For mine will be the sin, and at my hands
The souls that I to evil lead, be claimed—
Veronica.
If they would let thee live, my own Geraldi,
Even in this gloomy dungeon, I would bless
My destiny, and never ask again
