I replied to her with vehemence-- "Undone! No; my duty is known, and I thank my God that my cowardice is now vanquished, and I have power to fulfil it.

Catharine! I pity the weakness of thy nature: I pity thee, but must not spare.

Thy life is claimed from my hands: thou must die!" "Fear was now added to her grief.

'What mean you?
Why talk you of death?
Bethink yourself, Wieland: bethink yourself, and this fit will pass.

O why came I hither! Why did you drag me hither ?' "I brought thee hither to fulfil a divine command.