Weep not, my daughter! ’tis the time to act.
For pity’s sake, Gonzaga, be thou not
Wearied of our afflictions. Heaven to thee
Intrusts the care of two forsaken ones.
He was thy friend—ah! haste, then, be our guide;
Conduct us to his judges. Come, my child!
Poor innocent, come with me. There yet is left
Mercy upon the earth. Yes! they themselves
Are husbands, they are fathers! When they sign’d
The fearful sentence, they remember’d not