No, but the pain is numb, so long ago
My parents spoilt my life to have their will;
I must endure the best they could conceive,
And save their souls.
CARLOMAN.
If you should lose your own!
A curse on parents! The one truth that led me
To seek the cloister was my certitude
A man’s existence lodges in himself
And is not owned by kindred.
OLD MONK.
Gently, brother,
You had your way, and made yourself a monk;
Now you are all for change—so is the world
For bitter change.
Ist OLD MONK.
My mistress has been married,
And would but laugh at me.
OLD MONK.
Time works such wonders
If we will give him time to work them in.