My lord-- (TRESHAM: How young he is!) Lord Tresham, I am very young, and yet I have entangled other lives with mine. Do let me speak, and do believe my speech! That when I die before you presently,-- (TRESHAM: Can you stay here till I return with help?) Oh, stay by me! When I was less than boy I did you grievous wrong and knew it not-- Upon my honour, knew it not! Once known, I could not find what seemed a better way To right you than I took: my life--you feel How less than nothing were the giving you The life you've taken! But I thought my way The better--only for your sake and hers: And as you have decided otherwise, Would I had an infinity of lives To offer you! Now say--instruct me--think! Can you, from the brief minutes I have left, Eke out my reparation? Oh think--think! For I must wring a partial--dare I say, Forgiveness from you, ere I die?

Mertoun Monologue from A Blot in the 'Scutcheon

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