“Spare me, my lord! and what have I to dread?
O! spare not, heaven, the thunder o’er his head—
The bolt he merits!”——
Such was his redress; 460
And he return’d to brood upon distress.
And what of William?—William from the time
Appear’d partaker both of grief and crime;
He cared for nothing, nothing he pursued,
But walk’d about in melancholy mood;
He ceased to labour—all he loved before