Vengeance made him your slave, and me your bride.
Now all is known - a dreadful price I pay
For our revenge - but still we have our day:
All that you love you must with others share,
Or all you dread from their resentment dare: -
Yet terms I offer - let contention cease;
Divide the spoil, and let us part in peace.”
Our hero trembling heard - he sat, he rose -
Nor could his motions nor his mind compose;
He paced the room - and, stalking to her side,