The Count of Monte Cristo
Edmond: A heaviness lays o’r me — Cruelty lies
In minds of my accusers —
Mercédès: Cannot be!
What reason? What the purpose of such cries
Edmond: Lies, deceit. O’ now I see
How Future taunts me. Me! I’ve no defense
If Truth should fail me, parting from my side
Mercédès: In failing to make sense
Of all this horror! Fancy n’er can hide
Nor overcome what we between us feel.
The braver heart in love will always rise
Edmond: I hoped to seal
Our marriage — Providence? The hows and whys!
My last request: N’er leave me, nor forsake —
The shackles of this nightmare, we will shake.
and Edmond, later as the Count of Monte Cristo:
Myself the question asked: But how does such
A turn of fate come shatter every dream?
How so-called friends are acting — More the touch
Of jealousy when love is of the theme.
What plan is put in place? Another’s word —
Where innocence is slaughtered on the breeze,
Evaporating, stunned by what is heard
As opportunity steps forth to seize —
Those feelings of revenge sought by the heart,
All these we justify and crave the thought.
To mete a punishment and thus impart
The sting of accusation as is wrought.
With time to kill, but Time will kill me not
Until I play my hand ‘gainst that ill-got.