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And incense sweet of penitential tears
Are thrice-blessed offerings to the holy saints.
Thou dost accuse thyself too bitterly.
That base incendiary, fell Angelo,
Shall by Omnipotence be justly deemed
The guilty one; like the accursed fiend,
Who gazed on Paradise and saw its bliss,
With unrelenting eye, his pitiless,
Inhuman heart, dealt the fell bolt that smote
To dust the fairy edifice that love
Had fondly reared.
Geraldi.
No, no, my Veronica,
I suffered dreadful passions to invade
The breast so proud of virtue; I despised
My tempter, and this arrogant,
Perverted soul deemed every sin against
Its happiness too great to be forgiven—
I murdered Julian, and it is I
Must answer for the deed—Oh, would the loss
