Mi. I was not suffered to see him: they suspect me, and confined me in my cell a prisoner, till he had left the monastery. I am compelled then to address myself to you; but I must be speedy: one moment only is allowed me, while the prior and his confederates are engaged in their secret councils. Venoni, collect your powers of mind; summon up all your strength; this is a moment which demands courage and resolution—your Josepha is lost to you—
Venoni. For ever!
Mi. And know you the man who tore her from your arms? know you the man who—murdered her?
Venoni. Murdered her? almighty powers! what mean you? whom mean you?
Mi. Your rival! your friend! the man who today possesses most influence over your mind, and who tomorrow will become despotic master of your destiny: the tiger whose tongue submissively licks your hand today, and whose talons will tear out your heart tomorrow.
Venoni. Whom, whom?
Mi. The father Cœlestino.
Venoni. (in the greatest horror) He? the prior? powers of mercy!— (then with decision) away! it cannot be.
Mi. You doubt me? be convinced then. Some months are past since a tremendous fire broke out in this convent at midnight. The prior was absent; his apartment was in flames; I burst the door, and rescued such articles as appeared to be of most importance; a crucifix of value; his casket; his papers—
Venoni. Go on, go on!