As to be wholly overlook’d it was
At the last moment foil’d us.
Cipr. But she lives!
Lives—from your clutches saved, and saved from mine—
Ev’n from that only shadow of my guilt
That could have touch’d her, saved—unguilty shame,
That now is left with all the guilt to me.
Oh that I knew a God in all the heavens
To thank, or ev’n of Tartarus—ev’n thee,
Thee would I bless, whatever power it be