Then the boy, Wroth with himself, poor wretch, incontinent Fell on his sword and drove it through his side Home, but yet breathing clasped in his lax arms The maid, her pallid cheek incarnadined With his expiring gasps.
3) I shudder with affright O for a two-edged sword to slay outright A wretch like me, Made one with misery.
4) Away with me, a worthless wretch who slew Unwitting thee, my son, thy mother too.
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Pity the poor wretch.
If you pay the blackmail, you will remain at the mercy of the unscrupulous wretch.