[Julian]
Why did I try a faith I should have known
Spotless as the white dove. I cannot feel
The beating of her heart. I'll kiss the colour
Back to her cheek. Oh, God ! her lip is ice —
There is no breath upon it ! —
AGNES, thy JULIAN is thy murderer !

(26th October 1822) Dramatic Scene I - The London Literary Gazette - 1821-1822