Viviana knelt down by the bedside, and poured forth the most earnest supplications in his behalf.
"Perhaps," she said, as she arose, "and it is some consolation to think so,--you may be saved by death from the commission of a great crime, which would for ever have excluded you from the joys of heaven."
"Say rather," cried Guy Fawkes, whose brain began to wander, "which would have secured them to me. Others will achieve it; but I shall have no share in their glory, or their reward."
"Their reward will be perdition in this world and in the next," rejoined Viviana. "I repeat, that though I deeply deplore your condition, I rejoice in your delivery from this sin. It is better--far better--to die thus, than by the hands of the common executioner."
"What do I see?" cried Guy Fawkes, trying to raise himself, and sinking back again instantly upon the pillow. "Elizabeth Orton rises before me. She beckons me after her--I come!--I come!"
"Heaven pity him!" cried Viviana. "His senses have left him!"
"She leads me into a gloomy cavern," continued Fawkes, more wildly; "but my eyes are like the wolf's, and can penetrate the darkness. It is filled with barrels of gunpowder. I see them ranged in tiers, one above another. Ah! I know where I am now. It is the vault beneath the Parliament-house. The King and his nobles are assembled in the hall above. Lend me a torch, that I may fire the train, and blow them into the air. Quick! quick! I have sworn their destruction, and will keep my oath. What matter if I perish with them? Give me the torch, I say, or it will be too late. Is the powder damp that it will not kindle? And see! the torch is expiring--it is gone out! Distraction!--to be baffled thus! Why do you stand and glare at me with your stony eyes? Who are those with you? Fiends!--no! they are armed men. They seize me--they drag me before a grave assemblage. What is that hideous engine? The rack!--Bind me on it--break every limb--ye shall not force me to confess--ha! ha! I laugh at your threats--ha! ha!"
"Mother of mercy! release him from this torture!" cried Viviana.
"So! ye have condemned me," continued Fawkes, "and will drag me to execution. Well, well, I am prepared. But what a host is assembled to see me! Ten thousand faces are turned towards me, and all with one abhorrent bloodthirsty expression. And what a scaffold! Get it done quickly, thou butcherly villain. The rope is twisted round my throat in serpent folds. It strangles me--ah!"