By this rebellion? - Speak, you villain, speak!
Weeping! I warrant - sorrow makes you dumb:
I’ll ope your mouth, impostor! if I come:
Let me approach - I’ll shake you from the bed,
You stubborn dog - Oh God! my Brother’s dead!”
Timid was Isaac, and in all the past
He felt a purpose to be kind at last:
Nor did he mean his brother to depart,
Till he had shown this kindness of his heart;
But day by day he put the cause aside,