The Domina obliged her to take it, and swallow the contents.

She drank, and the horrid deed was accomplished.

The Nuns then seated themselves round the Bed.

They answered her groans with reproaches; They interrupted with sarcasms the prayers in which She recommended her parting soul to mercy: They threatened her with heaven's vengeance and eternal perdition: They bad her despair of pardon, and strowed with yet sharper thorns Death's painful pillow.

Such were the sufferings of this young Unfortunate, till released by fate from the malice of her Tormentors.
She expired in horror of the past, in fears for the future; and her agonies were such as must have amply gratified the hate and vengeance of her Enemies.