Grace.
Most certainly the best,
And quite the rarest, but, unluckily,
The weakest, as we know; for sin and pain
And evils multiform, that swarm the earth,
And poison all our joys and all our hearts,
Remind us most of Eden's forfeit bliss.
David.
Forfeit through woman.
Grace.
Forfeit through her power;—
A power not lost, as most men know, I think,
Beyond the knowledge of their trustful wives.
Mary.
[Rising, and walking hurriedly to the window.]
'Tis a wild night without.
Ruth.