Hath God or man found out save death and sleep.
The two young lovers, caught innocently in a net of intolerable shame, can but question and answer one another thus:
Hildegard.
Hast thou forgiven me?
Almachildes.
I have not forgiven
God.
And at the end Narsetes, the old councillor, the only one of the persons of the drama who is not the actor or the sufferer of some subtle horror, sums up all that has happened in a reflection which casts the responsibility of things further off than to the edge of the world:
Let none make moan. This doom is none of man's.