Lord G. I say so still—but upon an equal pledge—I am no assassin.
Cliff. [With great Emotion.] If to strike at the heart of your friend, more deeply than that poor instrument in your hand could do, makes an assassin, you have been one already.
Lord G. That look, that tone, how like to innocence! Had he not avowed such abominable practices—
Cliff. I avow them again: I have rivalled you in the love of the woman you adore—her affections are riveted to me. I have removed her from your sight; secured her from your recovery—
Lord G. Damnation!
Cliff. I have done it to save unguarded beauty; to save unprotected innocence; to save—a sister.
Lord G. A sister!
Cliff. [With Exultation.] Vengeance! Ample, final vengeance! [A Pause.] It is accomplished—over him—and over myself—my victory is complete.
Lord G. Where shall I hide my shame!