Some of the Peas. Away, away!
Leave us, for there is danger in thy presence.
Pro. Why, what is danger? Are there deeper
ills Than those ye bear thus calmly? Ye have drain’d
The cup of bitterness till naught remains
To fear or shrink from—therefore, be ye strong!
Power dwelleth with despair. Why start ye thus
At words which are but echoes of the thoughts
Lock’d in your secret souls? Full well I know
There is not one among you but hath nursed