the outlaw.
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Oscar. My friend, I pity thee; in truth I do.
Thou art an injured man.
Can I behold thee thrown upon this rocky floor—
Thy rival basking in thy wife's sweet smiles—
Nor wish a dire revenge?
Alber. Oscar, beware! thou call'st up a devil!
Oscar. Well! then we shall be three to one,
With thy ally to aid us!
Alber. Madman, desist!
My whirling brain's on fire, [Musing.]
To plunge my dagger deep, deep into her bosom!
No! 'twere too merciful! Her paramour,
Bathed in his blood, must meet her eye;
Then will I smile, and bid her kiss the lips
That made her play the wanton, ere I plunge
Her soul into perdition, there to meet him!
[To Oscar.] I am resolved; on to the castle.
[Exeunt.
Thou art an injured man.
Can I behold thee thrown upon this rocky floor—
Thy rival basking in thy wife's sweet smiles—
Nor wish a dire revenge?
Alber. Oscar, beware! thou call'st up a devil!
Oscar. Well! then we shall be three to one,
With thy ally to aid us!
Alber. Madman, desist!
My whirling brain's on fire, [Musing.]
To plunge my dagger deep, deep into her bosom!
No! 'twere too merciful! Her paramour,
Bathed in his blood, must meet her eye;
Then will I smile, and bid her kiss the lips
That made her play the wanton, ere I plunge
Her soul into perdition, there to meet him!
[To Oscar.] I am resolved; on to the castle.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI—The castle.
Oscar and Alberto concealed near it.
Alter. This is the place! Thou see'st I'm very calm.
