In all my breast, that could receive a wound,
Your eyes could only give it.
Cel. So, helpless friends, when safe themselves ashore,
Behold a vessel driven against a rock;
They sigh, they weep, they counsel, and they pray,
They stretch their unassisting hands in vain;
But none will plunge into the raging main,
To save the sinking passenger from death.
Xim. Already see the joyless bride appears.