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Scene II.] THE DEVOTED ONE. 209
Your frozen limbs, save winter's chilling snow !
May keen remorse, that worm which never dies,
Feed on your heart-strings ;
and when ye find death,
Find no reprieve from torments ! O, despair,
Unutterable despair, doth madden me !
ZANDAGAST.
Her dreadful words do make my knees to smite
Against
each other. Wild and frantic maid !
What interest hath she in this son of ours ?
ERMINGILD.
O, well know I the interest which she claims ;
And how her love-spells and her witching charms,
Like a malignant planet's influence, fell
On his young mind. But he hath 'scaped her snares,
And now is with
ELGITHA.
The fiends ! the yelling fiends !
But I will fly and seek him ere too late.
I'll snatch him from their power, though the dark clouds
Cast forth their deepest thunders, though the howl
Of countless demons rend the skies, and Hell
Enwrap me with its hottest,
This amulet, this blessed Cross, wherein
fiercest flames !
Relics miraculous lie hidden, shall shield us 30
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Or if we perish, waft our joyous souls
On angel wings to heaven.
ERMINGILD.
It is my comfort thou wilt be too late.
The guards attend impatient.
ZANDAGAST.
I reck not if this hour it be to death.
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Maniac Christian,
Lead me on.
[Exit.