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be moments when you would awake—and then—it might be too late.—Here thou withdraw'st thyself at once from the circle of humanity.—Man thou must be, or devil.—Once more then, my son, let me intreat—if one spark of hope lurks in your bosom, fly this dreadful association.—You may deceive yourself, impose on your own mind—and take perhaps for fire, for spirit, what in the end is despair.—Take my counsel—retreat—fly, while it is yet time.
Kozinski.
No! never will I fly.—If you refuse my entreaty, hear at least the story of my misfortunes.—Yourself will then put a dagger into my hand—you will.—But sit down here a moment, and listen to me with attention.
Moor.
I'll hear you.
Kozinski.
Know, then, I am a gentleman of Bohemia.—By the sudden death of my father, I became master of a considerable estate.—In the neighbourhood—a paradise to me, there dwelt an angel—a young lady, beautiful beyond expression—and