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Angelo.
Yes, yes, Carlotti—give,
Give to my longing soul the means to crush
My hated rivals—let me plant despair
In others' hearts——Julian! Sforza!
And she, that young fair girl——Oh, it were bliss,
Maddening, ecstatic bliss, to see them writhe
In agony like mine!
Carlotti.
Young Julian stands
Upon the brink of ruin, he has spread
His new-fledged wings too near the fervid sun.
Angelo.
What dost thou mean?
Carlotti.
By chance, a lucky chance
I trust it was, I learned that Julian
And the young Princess secretly were joined
In wedlock's bonds; and yesternight, at court,
He dropped this billet, written by the hand
