EDWARD.
I know I do not deserve that favour, I have so often offended him, and though he has forgiven me, I can never forgive myself; and, perhaps, God will not forgive me. Happy Charles, who now, because he has always been dutiful, can look for his father’s death with a sedate sorrow, while I fly from his sick bed, continually tormented by fear and remorse.
WILLIAM.
Indeed he appears to have much fortitude.
EDWARD.
He has a Father in heaven that is good to him, who gives him power to support his grief.
WILLIAM.
Pray you also to that Father, and you too will obtain his favour; the unhappy who sincerely turn to him, will always find him compassionate and ready to forgive those who really lament their faults, not merely the consequences produced by them.
EDWARD.
Well then, I will do so; but oh! William, my heart is very heavy.