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child. Oh, Matilda! I cannot utter it canst thou the dreadful catastrophe, had flown to meet her mur-
forgive the blindness of my rage? dered child; but when she saw the afflicted procession,
I can, I do; and may heaven confirm it! said Matilda; the mightiness of her grief deprived her of her senses,
but while I have life to ask it oh! my mother! what and she fell lifeless to the earth in a swoon. Isabella
will she feel? Will you comfort her, my Lord? Will you and Frederic, who attended her, were overwhelmed in
not put her away? Indeed she loves you! Oh, I am faint! almost equal sorrow. Matilda alone seemed insensible
bear me to the castle. Can I live to have her close my to her own situation: every thought was lost in tender-
eyes? ness for her mother.
Theodore and the monks besought her earnestly to Ordering the litter to stop, as soon as Hippolita was
suffer herself to be borne into the convent; but her brought to herself, she asked for her father. He ap-
instances were so pressing to be carried to the castle, proached, unable to speak. Matilda, seizing his hand
that placing her on a litter, they conveyed her thither and her mother s, locked them in her own, and then
as she requested. Theodore, supporting her head with clasped them to her heart. Manfred could not support
his arm, and hanging over her in an agony of despairing this act of pathetic piety. He dashed himself on the
love, still endeavoured to inspire her with hopes of life. ground, and cursed the day he was born. Isabella, ap-
Jerome, on the other side, comforted her with discourses prehensive that these struggles of passion were more
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than Matilda could support, took upon herself to order It is, it is, cried Theodore. Alas! there is no other!
Manfred to be borne to his apartment, while she caused Young man, thou art too unadvised, said Frederic.
Matilda to be conveyed to the nearest chamber. Dost thou think we are to listen to thy fond transports
Hippolita, scarce more alive than her daughter, was re- in this hour of fate? What pretensions hast thou to the
gardless of everything but her; but when the tender Princess?
Isabella s care would have likewise removed her, while Those of a Prince, said Theodore; of the sovereign
the surgeons examined Matilda s wound, she cried, of Otranto. This reverend man, my father, has informed
Remove me! never, never! I lived but in her, and will me who I am.
expire with her. Thou ravest, said the Marquis. There is no Prince
Matilda raised her eyes at her mother s voice, but closed of Otranto but myself, now Manfred, by murder, by sac-
them again without speaking. Her sinking pulse and rilegious murder, has forfeited all pretensions.
the damp coldness of her hand soon dispelled all hopes My Lord, said Jerome, assuming an air of command,
of recovery. Theodore followed the surgeons into the he tells you true. It was not my purpose the secret
outer chamber, and heard them pronounce the fatal should have been divulged so soon, but fate presses
sentence with a transport equal to frenzy. onward to its work. What his hot headed passion has
Since she cannot live mine, cried he, at least she revealed, my tongue confirms. Know, Prince, that when
shall be mine in death! Father! Jerome! will you not Alfonso set sail for the Holy Land
join our hands? cried he to the Friar, who, with the Is this a season for explanations? cried Theodore.
Marquis, had accompanied the surgeons. Father, come and unite me to the Princess; she shall be
What means thy distracted rashness? said Jerome. mine! In every other thing I will dutifully obey you. My
Is this an hour for marriage? life! my adored Matilda! continued Theodore, rushing
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back into the inner chamber, will you not be mine? more perhaps that has drawn down this calamity
Will you not bless your but it was not intentional can you pardon me?
Isabella made signs to him to be silent, apprehending Oh! wound not my agonising soul! said Hippolita;
the Princess was near her end. thou never couldst offend me Alas! she faints! help!
What, is she dead? cried Theodore; is it possible! help!
The violence of his exclamations brought Matilda to I would say something more, said Matilda, strug-
herself. Lifting up her eyes, she looked round for her gling, but it cannot be Isabella Theodore for
mother. my sake Oh! she expired.
Life of my soul, I am here! cried Hippolita; think Isabella and her women tore Hippolita from the corse;
not I will quit thee! but Theodore threatened destruction to all who at-
Oh! you are too good, said Matilda. But weep not tempted to remove him from it. He printed a thousand
for me, my mother! I am going where sorrow never dwells kisses on her clay cold hands, and uttered every ex-
Isabella, thou hast loved me; wouldst thou not sup- pression that despairing love could dictate.
ply my fondness to this dear, dear woman? Indeed I am Isabella, in the meantime, was accompanying the af-
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child. Oh, Matilda! I cannot utter it canst thou the dreadful catastrophe, had flown to meet her mur-
forgive the blindness of my rage? dered child; but when she saw the afflicted procession,
I can, I do; and may heaven confirm it! said Matilda; the mightiness of her grief deprived her of her senses,
but while I have life to ask it oh! my mother! what and she fell lifeless to the earth in a swoon. Isabella
will she feel? Will you comfort her, my Lord? Will you and Frederic, who attended her, were overwhelmed in
not put her away? Indeed she loves you! Oh, I am faint! almost equal sorrow. Matilda alone seemed insensible
bear me to the castle. Can I live to have her close my to her own situation: every thought was lost in tender-
eyes? ness for her mother.
Theodore and the monks besought her earnestly to Ordering the litter to stop, as soon as Hippolita was
suffer herself to be borne into the convent; but her brought to herself, she asked for her father. He ap-
instances were so pressing to be carried to the castle, proached, unable to speak. Matilda, seizing his hand
that placing her on a litter, they conveyed her thither and her mother s, locked them in her own, and then
as she requested. Theodore, supporting her head with clasped them to her heart. Manfred could not support
his arm, and hanging over her in an agony of despairing this act of pathetic piety. He dashed himself on the
love, still endeavoured to inspire her with hopes of life. ground, and cursed the day he was born. Isabella, ap-
Jerome, on the other side, comforted her with discourses prehensive that these struggles of passion were more
98
The Castle of Otranto Walpole
than Matilda could support, took upon herself to order It is, it is, cried Theodore. Alas! there is no other!
Manfred to be borne to his apartment, while she caused Young man, thou art too unadvised, said Frederic.
Matilda to be conveyed to the nearest chamber. Dost thou think we are to listen to thy fond transports
Hippolita, scarce more alive than her daughter, was re- in this hour of fate? What pretensions hast thou to the
gardless of everything but her; but when the tender Princess?
Isabella s care would have likewise removed her, while Those of a Prince, said Theodore; of the sovereign
the surgeons examined Matilda s wound, she cried, of Otranto. This reverend man, my father, has informed
Remove me! never, never! I lived but in her, and will me who I am.
expire with her. Thou ravest, said the Marquis. There is no Prince
Matilda raised her eyes at her mother s voice, but closed of Otranto but myself, now Manfred, by murder, by sac-
them again without speaking. Her sinking pulse and rilegious murder, has forfeited all pretensions.
the damp coldness of her hand soon dispelled all hopes My Lord, said Jerome, assuming an air of command,
of recovery. Theodore followed the surgeons into the he tells you true. It was not my purpose the secret
outer chamber, and heard them pronounce the fatal should have been divulged so soon, but fate presses
sentence with a transport equal to frenzy. onward to its work. What his hot headed passion has
Since she cannot live mine, cried he, at least she revealed, my tongue confirms. Know, Prince, that when
shall be mine in death! Father! Jerome! will you not Alfonso set sail for the Holy Land
join our hands? cried he to the Friar, who, with the Is this a season for explanations? cried Theodore.
Marquis, had accompanied the surgeons. Father, come and unite me to the Princess; she shall be
What means thy distracted rashness? said Jerome. mine! In every other thing I will dutifully obey you. My
Is this an hour for marriage? life! my adored Matilda! continued Theodore, rushing
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back into the inner chamber, will you not be mine? more perhaps that has drawn down this calamity
Will you not bless your but it was not intentional can you pardon me?
Isabella made signs to him to be silent, apprehending Oh! wound not my agonising soul! said Hippolita;
the Princess was near her end. thou never couldst offend me Alas! she faints! help!
What, is she dead? cried Theodore; is it possible! help!
The violence of his exclamations brought Matilda to I would say something more, said Matilda, strug-
herself. Lifting up her eyes, she looked round for her gling, but it cannot be Isabella Theodore for
mother. my sake Oh! she expired.
Life of my soul, I am here! cried Hippolita; think Isabella and her women tore Hippolita from the corse;
not I will quit thee! but Theodore threatened destruction to all who at-
Oh! you are too good, said Matilda. But weep not tempted to remove him from it. He printed a thousand
for me, my mother! I am going where sorrow never dwells kisses on her clay cold hands, and uttered every ex-
Isabella, thou hast loved me; wouldst thou not sup- pression that despairing love could dictate.
ply my fondness to this dear, dear woman? Indeed I am Isabella, in the meantime, was accompanying the af-
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