Chapter 22

“Then, not before, I felt my curdled blood Congeal with fear, my hair with horror stood: My father’s image fill’d my pious mind, Lest equal years might equal fortune find. Again I thought on my forsaken wife, And trembled for my son’s abandon’d life. I look’d about, but found myself alone, Deserted at my need! My friends were gone. Some spent with toil, some with despair oppress’d, Leap’d headlong from the heights; the flames consum’d the rest. Thus, wand’…