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And were all hell let loose, I still must say, his son!

(Petrified with horror.) O everlasting Chaos!

If thou art a man, and hast a human heart! O my unknown deliverer—hear the miseries of a father, punished in his own sons. For three long moons have I poured my complaints to these walls of rock, which echoed to my groans.—Oh! if thou art a man, and hast a human heart—

A prayer that would move even wolves to pity.

I lay upon a sickbed. Scarce had I begun to gain a little strength, when they brought me a man who gave me the dreadful intelligence that my eldest son had fallen in battle, and with his latest breath had told, that my inhuman malediction had driven him to despair and death.