Mustapha A Tragedy |
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Mustapha | ||
SCENE II.
Rustan.Uncertainty!
Fell demon of our fears! the human soul,
That can support despair, supports not thee!
The son yet lives—the father may relent:
What then becomes of Rustan?—By the night!
By this dead darkness that involves the world!
The murderer, in some lonesome dungeon sunk,
Not with more dread, more shaking apprehension,
Awaits the hour, the midnight hour that brings
Back from his tomb, in hideous visitation,
The bleeding Shadow of the slain—than I
The issue of this thing.—Hush—
Mustapha | ||