But while the fearful silence yet endur’d,

Ladurlad rous’d his soul;

Ere yet the voice of destiny

Which trembled on the Rajah’s lips was loos’d,

Eager he interpos’d,

As if despair had waken’d him to hope;

Mercy! oh mercy! only in defence . . .

Only instinctively, . . .

Only to save my child, I smote the Prince.

King of the world, be merciful!

Crush me, . . . but torture not!