What prayers can rise for such a wretch as I am?
Seize me, ye fiends! rouse all your stings and torments!
See, hell grows darker as I stalk before them.
Theod. [After looking some time at Adelaide's Body.]
'Tis my black destiny has murder'd thee.
Stand off—[They hold him.] I will not live.
This load of being is intolerable;
And, in a happier world, my soul shall join her.
[Rushes out.
Aust. Observe, and keep him from all means of death.