He made me pay Bufferio to assassinate you.

He wishes to marry Mary Van de Werve, and he desires to remove any cause of fear that his happiness may be disturbed.

Ah! the poison consumes me!" "Tell me, Julio, what I can do for your relief." Saying this, he knelt by Julio, and threw open his doublet to give him air: "Thanks, thanks, O my God! here is bread!" exclaimed Geronimo, almost wild with joy, and snatching with feverish haste the small loaf which Julio had concealed, and which he had entirely forgotten since his fatal stupor.
The young man, absorbed in satisfying his devouring hunger, no longer heeded Julio's complaints, but having soon appeased its cravings, he took his hands, saying: "I bless you, Julio, and may the omnipotent God reward you in heaven.

Tell me what I can do to save you.

Set me at liberty, and I will fly for physician and priest.