To trip me up with terror—Yet not so,
If but the life, once lighted here, has flown
Up to the living Centre that my own
Now trembles to!—God help him, breathing still?—
—Cipriano!—
Cipr. Ay, I am ready—I can rise—
Is my time come?—Oh, God!
Have I repented and confess’d too late,
And this terrible witness of my crime
Stands at the door of death from which it came