But terrible ministers that work thy wrath,
How much is man the fiercest! Others know
Their limits—yes! the earthquakes, and the storms,
And the volcanoes!—he alone o’erleaps
The bounds of retribution! Couldst thou gaze,
Vittoria! with thy woman’s heart and eye,
On such dread scenes unmoved?
Vit. Was it for me
To stay th’ avenging sword? No, though it pierced
My very soul! Hark! hark! what thrilling shrieks