The poison is killing me." "Die?
Julio! You have delivered me from death, and shall I be powerless to save you?
What shall I do?
O my God, what can I try ?" "Think no more of it, signor," said the dying man.

"I feel that there is no hope.

Alas! I was partly the cause of your bitter sufferings: I pushed you into the chair; I intended to kill you, the deliverer of my blind mother! Take pity on me! Let not your just malediction follow my poor soul into eternity.

Pardon me, signor, pardon!" "Speak not thus, Julio.

But for you, that yawning grave would now cover my corpse.