A history of English literature

by Edward Albert

Jaffier. Bravely.

Pierre. Ha! Ha! Ha!—Oh! Oh!—[Dies.

Jaffier.Now, you curs’d rulers,

Thus of the blood ye’ve shed I make libation,

And sprinkle it mingling; may it rest upon you,

And all your race: be henceforth peace a stranger

Within your walls; let plagues and famine waste

Your generations—O poor Belvidera!...

I’m sick—I’m quiet—[Dies.

Remark upon the power of this scene, the skill shown in the variation of the speeches, the use of colloquialisms, and the climax. Does it strike you as being overdone? Add a note on the meter.