With not a friend to animate, and tell
To other ears that death became thee well;
Around thee foes to forge the ready lie, 230
And blot life's latest scene with calumny;
Before thee tortures, which the soul can
dare,

Yet doubts how well the shrinking flesh may bear,

But deeply feels a single cry would shame, To valour's praise thy last and dearest claim;

The life thou leav'st below, denied above
By kind monopolists of heavenly love;
And more than doubtful paradise, thy
heaven

Of earthly hope, thy loved one from thee riven;

Such were the thoughts that outlaw must sustain,

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And govern pangs surpassing mortal pain: And those sustain'd he-boots it well or ill?

Since not to sink beneath, is something still!

Which spoke before her accents "Thou must die!

Yes, thou must die; there is but one resource, The last - the worst if torture were not

worse.

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'Lady! I look to none; my lips proclaim What last proclaim'd they-Conrad still the same.

Why should'st thou seek an outlaw's life to spare,

And

change the sentence I deserve to bear?

Well have I earn'd - nor here alone the meed

Of Seyd's revenge, by many a lawless deed.'

'Why should I seek? because-Oh! didst thou not

Redeem my life from worse than slavery's lot?