She paus'd, expecting answer. None replied.
'And have ye children, have ye hearts?' she cried.
'Save me now, mothers, as from future harms
Ye hope to save the babies in your arms!
See, to you, maids, I bend on abject knee;
Youths, even to you, who bent before to me.
O, my companions, by our happy plays,
By dear remembrance of departed days;
By pity's self, your cruel parents move;
By sacred friendship; Oh! by those ye love!