Even so!
Teresa.
Is there no righteous ministry in heaven,
No power, no will, to save the innocent?
Is this your justice? Oh! it cannot be—
I wrong even you, to impute such guilt as this!
Your hearts are hard—you’re cruel—but this pitch
Of fiendish cruelty surpasses you!
You could not do this! no—you smile—you could not!
There’s not in human breasts a void so drear,