Where all was dismal, melancholy, mean, 840}
Foul with compell’d neglect, unwholesome, and unclean; }
That arm—that eye—the cold, the sunken cheek—
Spoke all, Sir Owen—fiercely miseries speak!”—
“And you relieved?”—
“If hell’s seducing crew
Had seen that sight, they must have pitied too.”—
“Revenge was thine—thou hadst the power, the right;
To give it up was heaven’s own act to slight.”—
“Tell me not, sir, of rights, and wrongs, or powers!