But hateful to myself, hated by thee;
By Heaven abandon'd, and the plague of earth,
This, this remains, and all are satisfied.
[Stabs himself.
Forgive me, if 'tis possible—but—oh—
[Dies.
Countess. [After looking some time distractedly.]—
Where am I? Ruin, and pale death surround me.
I was a wife; there gasping lies my husband!
A mother too; there breathless lies my child!