Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Zastrozzi, receive my best, my most fervent thanks."
"Julia need not die then," muttered Zastrozzi; "when once you possess Verezzi, her destruction is of little consequence."
The most horrible scheme of revenge at this instant glanced across Zastrozzi's mind.
"Oh! Julia must die," said Matilda, "or I shall never be safe; such an influence does her image possess over Verezzi's mind, that I am convinced, were he to know that she lived, an estrangement from me would be the consequence. Oh! quickly let me hear that she is dead. I can never enjoy uninterrupted happiness until her dissolution." ”

“ She shuddered as she reflected; but smothering the sensations of alarm which she had suffered herself to be surprised by, she asked him what had led him to the forest.
"The same which led you here, Matilda," returned Zastrozzi: "the same influence which actuates us both, has doubtless inspired that congeniality which, in this frightful storm, led us to the same spot."
"Oh!" exclaimed Matilda, "how shall I touch the obdurate Verezzi's soul? he still despises me—he declares himself to be devoted to the memory of his Julia; and that although she be dead, he is not the less devotedly hers. ”

“ Zastrozzi, meanwhile, stood collected in himself, and firm as the rocky mountain which lifts its summit to heaven.
"Matilda," said he, "to-morrow evening will pave the way for that happiness which your soul has so long panted for, if, indeed, the event which will then occur does not completely conquer Verezzi. But the violence of the tempest increases—let us seek shelter."
"Oh! heed not the tempest," said Matilda, whose expectations were raised to the extreme of impatience by Zastrozzi's dark hints—"heed not the tempest, but proceed, if you wish not to see me expiring at your feet." ”