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Thy hell is not hereafter!
Thy hell is not hereafter!
Byron
_Gab. _ No; and I am not used
Greatly to care. (_A noise heard without_. ) But hark! they come!
_Wer. _ Who come?
_Gab. _ The Intendant and his man-hounds after me:
I'd face them--but it were in vain to expect
Justice at hands like theirs. Where shall I go?
But show me any place. I do assure you,
If there be faith in man, I am most guiltless:
Think if it were your own case!
_Wer. _ (_aside_). Oh, just God!
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Thy hell is not hereafter! Am I dust still?
_Gab. _ I see you're moved; and it shows well in you:
I may live to requite it.
_Wer. _ Are you not
A spy of Stralenheim's?
_Gab. _ Not I! and if
I were, what is there to espy in you?
Although, I recollect, his frequent question
About you and your spouse might lead to some
Suspicion; but you best know--what--and why.
I am his deadliest foe.
_Wer. _ _You? _
_Gab. _ After such
A treatment for the service which in part 80
I rendered him, I am his enemy:
If you are not his friend you will assist me.
_Wer.