That once you loved to hear?
Teresa.
No—no—the sound
Would be a mockery.—Yet, if time urge not,
I’d have you read to me that mournful tale
We oft have read together—of a maid
Compelled like me to nuptials she abhorred,—
Who fled to death’s arms to escape that bridal,
And sleeps within the grave of him she loved.
Matilda.