And how comes it, Viviana, that you, a zealous Catholic, whose father perished by these very oppressors, and who are yourself in danger from them, can seek to turn me from my purpose ?" "Because I know it is wrongful," she replied.

"I have no desire to avenge the death of my slaughtered father, still less to see our religion furthered by the dreadful means you propose.

In his own due season, the Lord will redress our wrongs." "The Lord has appointed me one of the ministers of his vengeance," cried Fawkes, in a tone of enthusiasm.
"Do not deceive yourself," returned Viviana, "it is not by Heaven, but by the powers of darkness, that you are incited to this deed.

Do not persevere in this fatal course," she continued, clasping her hands together, and gazing imploringly in his face, "do not--do not!" Guy Fawkes continued in the same attitude as before, with his gaze turned upwards, and apparently lost in thought.
"Have I no power to move you ?" cried Viviana, her eyes streaming with tears.
"None whatever," replied Guy Fawkes, firmly.
"Then you are lost," she rejoined.
"If it is Heaven's will, I am," answered Fawkes; "but at least I believe I am acting rightly." "And rest assured you are so, my son," cried Garnet, throwing open the door, and stepping into the room.

"I have overheard your conversation, and I applaud your resolution." "You need have no fears of me, father," replied Fawkes.