(And he can tame the mightiest) hath subdued
My towering nature thus. Yet is he welcome!
That youth—’twas in his pride he rescued me!
I was his deadliest foe, and thus he proved
His fearless scorn. Ha! ha! but he shall fail
To melt me into womanish feebleness.
There I still baffle him—the grave shall seal
My lips for ever—mortal shall not hear
Montalba say—“forgive!”
[He dies.