Here bid adieu to hope—here hopeless beings dwell. }
“But does she love thee, Charles? I cannot live
Dishonour’d, unrevenged—I may forgive,
But to thy oath I bind thee; on thy soul
Seek not my injured spirit to control;
Seek not to soften; I am hard of heart, 480}
Harden’d by insult:—leave her now, and part, }
And let me know she grieves while I enjoy her smart.” }
Charles first in anger to the knight replied,
Then felt the clog upon his soul, and sigh’d: