Horace Walpole,
The Castle of Otranto
“ Manfred turned pale, and the Princess sank on her knees. “Behold!” said the Friar; “mark this miraculous indication that the blood of Alfonso will never mix with that of Manfred!” “My gracious Lord,” said Hippolita, “let us submit ourselves to heaven. Think not thy ever obedient wife rebels against thy authority. I have no will but that of my Lord and the Church. To that revered tribunal let us appeal. It does not depend on us to burst the bonds that unite us. If the Church shall approve the dissolution of our marriage, be it so—I have but few years, and those of sorrow, to pass. ”
