THE $30,000 BEQUEST and Other Stories by Mark Twain

F. Cursed, infernal woman! Weepest thou for him to my face? He that

hath robbed me of my peace, my energy, the whole love of my life?

Could I call the fabled Hydra, I would have him live and perish,

survive and die, until the sun itself would grow dim with age.

I would make him have the thirst of a Tantalus, and roll the

wheel of an Ixion, until the stars of heaven should quit their

brilliant stations.

A. Oh, invincible God, save me! Oh, unsupportable moment! Oh, heavy

hour! Banish me,, Farcillo–send me where no eye can ever see me, where

no sound shall ever great my ear; but, oh, slay me not, Farcillo; vent thy

rage and thy spite upon this emaciated frame of mine, only spare my life.

F. Your petitions avail nothing, cruel Amelia.

A. Oh, Farcillo, perpetrate the dark deed tomorrow; let me live

till then, for my past kindness to you, and it may be some kind

angel will show to you that I am not only the object of innocence,

but one who never loved another but your noble self.

F. Amelia, the decree has gone forth, it is to be done, and that quickly;

thou art to die, madam.

A. But half an hour allow me, to see my father and my only child,

to tell her the treachery and vanity of this world.

F. There is no alternative, there is no pause: my daughter shall

not see its deceptive mother die; your father shall not know that his

daughter fell disgraced, despised by all but her enchanting Malos.

A. Oh, Farcillo, put up thy threatening dagger into its scabbard;

let it rest and be still, just while I say one prayer for thee and

for my child.

F. It is too late, thy doom is fixed, thou hast not confessed

to Heaven or to me, my child’s protector–thou art to die.

Ye powers of earth and heaven, protect and defend me in this alone.


A. Oh, Farcillo, Farcillo, a guiltless death I die.

F. Die! die! die!

(Gracia enters running, falls on her knees weeping, and kisses Amelia.)

G. Oh, Farcillo, Farcillo! oh, Farcillo!

F. I am here, the genius of the age, and the avenger of my wrongs.

G. Oh, lady, speak once more; sweet Amelia, on, speak again.

Gone, gone–yes, forever gone! Farcillo, oh, cold-hearted Farcillo,

some evil fiend hath urged you to do this, Farcillo.

F. Say not so again, or you shall receive the same fate. I did

the glorious deed, madam–beware, then, how you talk.

G. I fear not your implements of war; I will let you know you have

not the power to do me harm. If you have a heart of triple brass,

it shall be reached and melted, and thy blood shall chill thy veins

and grow stiff in thy arteries. Here is the ring of the virtuous

and innocent murdered Amelia; I obtained it from Malos, who yet lives,

in hopes that he will survive the wound given him, and says he got

it clandestinely–declares Amelia to be the princess of truth and virtue,

invulnerable to anything like forgetting her first devotion to thee.

The world has heard of your conduct and your jealousy, and with

one universal voice declares her to be the best of all in piety;

that she is the star of this great universe, and a more virtuous

woman never lived since the wheels of time began. Oh, had you waited

till tomorrow, or until I had returned, some kind window would have

been opened to her relief. But, alas! she is gone–yes, forever gone,

to try the realities of an unknown world!

(Farcillo leaning over the body of Amelia.)

F. Malos not dead, and here is my ring! Oh, Amelia! falsely murdered!

Oh, bloody deed! Oh, wretch that I am! Oh, angels forgive me! Oh, God,

withhold thy vengeance! Oh, Amelia! if Heaven would make a thousand

worlds like this, set with diamonds, and all of one perfect chrysolite,

I would not have done this for them all, I would not have frowned

and cursed as I did. Oh, she was heavenly true, nursed in the very

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