“You have felt my cruelty, yes. In time, you will see that my power lies not only in producing pain but in succoring those who are mine."
"The solemn bell of the grandfather clock in the downstairs hall tolled the hour, the eleven echoing reverberations reaching even into the closed upper chamber where three figures were seated about a round wooden table."
"For my part, / The rack, the gallows, and the torturing wheel, / Shall be but sound sleeps to me: here's my rest."
"I took hold of his hand; my fingers trembled; I grasped and pressed the fingers of my tyrant."