But of thy guilt or innocence assured,
I could be calm again. “But in this wild
Suspense—this conflict and vicissitude
Of opposite feelings and convictions——What!
Hath it been mine to temper and to bend
All spirits to my purpose? have I raised
With a severe and passionless energy,
From the dread mingling of their elements,
Storms which have rock’d the earth?—and shall I now
Thus fluctuate as a feeble reed, the scorn