no right to spoil the property of this city of Urbania. But I wish no
harm either to the statue or the city, if I could plaster up the
bronze, I would do so willingly. But I must obey Her; I must avenge
Her; I must get at that silver image which Robert of Montemurlo had
made and consecrated in order that his cowardly soul might sleep in
peace, and not encounter that of the being whom he dreaded most in the
world. Aha! Duke Robert, you forced her to die unshriven, and you stuck
the image of your soul into the image of your body, thinking thereby
that, while she suffered the tortures of Hell, you would rest in peace,
until your well-scoured little soul might fly straight up to
Paradise;--you were afraid of Her when both of you should be dead, and
thought yourself very clever to have prepared for all emergencies! Not
so, Serene Highness. You too shall taste what it is to wander after
death, and to meet the dead whom one has injured.

What an interminable day! But I shall see her again tonight.

Eleven o'clock.--No; the church was fast closed; the spell had ceased.
Until tomorrow I shall not see her. But tomorrow! Ah, Medea! did any of
thy lovers love thee as I do?

Twenty-four hours more till the moment of happiness--the moment for
which I seem to have been waiting all my life. And after that, what
next? Yes, I see it plainer every minute; after that, nothing more. All
those who loved Medea da Carpi, who loved and who served her, died:
Giovanfrancesco Pico, her first husband, whom she left stabbed in the
castle from which she fled; Stimigliano, who died of poison; the groom
who gave him the poison, cut down by her orders; Oliverotto da Narni,
Marcantonio Frangipani, and that poor boy of the Ordelaffi, who had
never even looked upon her face, and whose only reward was that