'O, recall those words, Frances!' cried the young nobleman, throwing

himself at her feet, and clasping her hands passionately
'O, recall those words, Frances!' cried the young nobleman, throwing
himself at her feet, and clasping her hands passionately. 'Recall them,
I implore" of you. In uttering them you pronounce my doom--a doom more
dreadful than death, which would be light in comparison with losing you.
Plunge this sword to my heart,' he exclaimed, plucking the shining
weapon from his side, and presenting it to her. 'Free me from my misery
at once, but do not condemn me to lingering agony.'