And Envy smiled to hear my shame!
I call'd on Vengeance; at the word
She came:—Can I the deed forget?
I held the sword, th' accursed sword,
The blood of his false heart made wet;
And that fair victim paid her debt;
She pined, she died, she loath'd to live;—
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I saw her dying—see her yet:
Fair fallen thing! my rage forgive!