Art thou the innocent victim of my fury?
Adel. I am, indeed. I know not my offence;
Yet sure 'twas great, when my life answers it.
Will you forgive me now?
Count. Oh, misery!
Had I unnumber'd lives, I'd give them all,
To lengthen thine an hour. What phrensy seiz'd me!
That veil, the glimmering light, my rage, deceiv'd me.
Unnatural wound! detested parricide!—
Good youth, in pity strike this monster dead!