Myself the guiltier; for full well I knew
These were his thoughts, but vengeance master’d me,
And in my agony I cursed the man
Whom I loved best.
Dost thou recall that curse?
Cried Roderick, in a deep and inward voice,
Still with his head depress’d, and covering still
His countenance. Recall it? she exclaim’d;
Father, I come to thee because I gave
The reins to wrath too long, ... because I wrought