[Weary, desperate but attempting to conceal it] It gives me the greatest delight to see you, but tell me how you left my father, brothers, and Elizabeth.

[Angry, grieving, erratic] Abhorred monster! Fiend that thou art! The tortures of hell are too mild a vengeance for thy crimes!

[Despairing] Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture?