And never be to you what I am now.
May I not see them also?
Mar.No—not here.
Jac. Fos. They might behold their parent any where.
Mar. I would that they beheld their father in
A place which would not mingle fear with love,
To freeze their young blood in its natural current.
They have fed well, slept soft, and knew not that
Their sire was a mere hunted outlaw. Well,370
I know his fate may one day be their heritage,