Nothing should hold me one moment longer in this abhorred abode, but the hope of persuading you to follow my example.

Ambrosio, I still love you: Our mutual guilt and danger have rendered you dearer to me than ever, and I would fain save you from impending destruction.

Summon then your resolution to your aid; and renounce for immediate and certain benefits the hopes of a salvation, difficult to obtain, and perhaps altogether erroneous.
Shake off the prejudice of vulgar souls; Abandon a God who has abandoned you, and raise yourself to the level of superior Beings!' She paused for the Monk's reply: He shuddered, while He gave it.
'Matilda!' He said after a long silence in a low and unsteady voice; 'What price gave you for liberty ?' She answered him firm and dauntless.
'Ambrosio, it was my Soul!' 'Wretched Woman, what have you done?
Pass but a few years, and how dreadful will be your sufferings!' 'Weak Man, pass but this night, and how dreadful will be your own! Do you remember what you have already endured?
Tomorrow you must bear torments doubly exquisite.

Do you remember the horrors of a fiery punishment?
In two days you must be led a Victim to the Stake! What then will become of you?
Still dare you hope for pardon?
Still are you beguiled with visions of salvation?
Think upon your crimes! Think upon your lust, your perjury, inhumanity, and hypocrisy! Think upon the innocent blood which cries to the Throne of God for vengeance, and then hope for mercy! Then dream of heaven, and sigh for worlds of light, and realms of peace and pleasure! Absurd! Open your eyes, Ambrosio, and be prudent.

Hell is your lot; You are doomed to eternal perdition; Nought lies beyond your grave but a gulph of devouring flames.