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But see his brother, see that man of strife;Why did he have designs on Nicholas' life?Why did he seek his blood, in malice stony?Why would he drive him from his patrimony?What if to him, who did his life pursue,He meted what to wolfish souls is due?Or are men out of tougher stuff contrived,And George's death-day had not yet arrived?Stop, Toldi, stop! Murder is your intent.Do not in such a deed your grievance vent!A murdered kinsman's blood to heaven criesAnd calls for vengeance to the sky of skies!Know you, that if your brother you should kill.Your soul you'd damned to everlasting ill.Be not afraid, for God above you stands.Leave all retaliation in his hands.As if a quick resolve his mind had swept,He rose, and to the creatures' corpses stepped,Shouldered them swiftly and set out in wrathUpon his dangerous nocturnal path.In headlong haste the tangled reeds he bent,And left a swath behind him as he went.The two dead wolves were dangling down his backAs to his mother's house he kept his track.CANTO SIX"And now it came to pass, George Toldi'smotherFor Nicholas deeply grieved, his younger brother.— IlosvaiAt the thorp's edge, beneath the fair moon's light,The house of Lawrence Toldi glimmered white.Behind it a great orchard spread out green,Broad as some lowland forest's wide demesne.One doorway of the house the garden faced:Here Madam Toldi's bedroom had been based,
Rosemary pots mourned on its window-sill.This was the spot where Nicholas lingered still.He laid the wolves upon the dewy grass;On tiptoe, like a thief he seemed to passAnd went up to his mothers close-locked door.Long time his ears some signs of life implore.But all in vain. High in the lintel gray,Only a death-watch beetle ticked away.He would have rapped, but fear his pulses gripped;His fingers on the handle slid and slipped.What was the reason for this sudden fear?He could have faced old Satan with a sneerBut dread to startle her his zeal destroys.Lest she should wake up frightened by the noise;For if he woke her up too suddenly.She might not dare to open at his plea;Nay, she might rouse the household with a shriekAnd cancel every hope with her to speak.Putting the wolves upon his shoulders wide.He went round to the building's other side;There, too, all living souls had gone to bed,Even the dogs were sleeping in a shed.The door was open; George he could survey;A coverlet of moonbeams on him lay;And deep in slumber on the portico.The sentinels were stretched out in a row.With all asleep, he did not hesitateBut on the doorstep laid the wolves' twin weightAnd seized with his great hands primordialThe spears that had been leaned against the wall,Then nailed the garments of the guards to earthLest they should quickly rise to prove their worth.He stepped into the room. 11a, brother evil,Now is the time for you to join the devil!Then Nicholas watched, behind the mosquito-net,His brother's snores in sequence rise and set.
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