With thee, I should have deemed it what it is.

Wer. And what is that in thine eyes?

Jos.‍All which it

Has done in our behalf,—nothing.

Wer.‍How,—nothing?

Jos. Or worse; for it has been a canker in

Thy heart from the beginning: but for this,

We had not felt our poverty but as

Millions of myriads feel it—cheerfully;

But for these phantoms of thy feudal fathers,