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Updated: July 20, 2025
Thou tremblest without doubt at the sight of that distraction which, amidst their splendid luxuries, agitates those farmers of the revenue, who fatten upon public calamnity who devour the substance of the orphan who consume the means of the widow who grind the hard earnings of the poor: thou shudderest at witnessing the remorse which rends the souls of those reverend criminals, whom the uninformed believe to be happy, whilst the contempt which they have for themselves, the unerring shafts of secret upbraidings, are incessantly revenging an outraged nation.
Already thou art dearer, far dearer to me than ever thou wast before; for I love the marvelous I glory in the supernatural and thou art a being whom such women as myself can worship and adore. And thou repinest at thy destiny? thou shudderest at the idea of that monthly transformation which makes thy fate so grand, because it is so terrible? Oh, thou art wrong, thou art wrong, my Fernand.
"Amen!" answered, heartily, another. "Hush!" said a third, timorously looking round; "if one of them hear thee, thou art a lost man." "Oh, Rome! Rome! to what art thou fallen!" said bitterly one citizen, clothed in black, and of a higher seeming than the rest; "when thou shudderest in thy streets at the tread of a hired barbarian!"
Nay, I can scarce conceive it possible that any earthly sounds could be so discordant, so repulsive to every feeling of a human soul, as the tones of the voice that grated on my ear at that moment. They were the sounds of the pit, wheezed through a grated cranny, or seemed so to my distempered imagination. "So! Thou shudderest at my approach now, dost thou?" said he.
"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of my loneliness lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being born Heaven touches Hell." "Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou shudderest yet before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee."
I have lost a mother For thee! DON MANUEL. Console thyself, Messina's princess Henceforth shall call thee daughter; to her feet I lead thee; come she waits. What hast thou said? BEATRICE. Thy mother and Don Caesar's? Never! never! DON MANUEL. Thou shudderest! Whence this horror? Hast thou known My mother? Speak BEATRICE. O grief! O dire misfortune! Alas! that e'er I live to see this day!
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