Some proud indignant feeling, which doth make
One conflict of his life. I know thy wrongs—
And thine—and thine; but if within your breast
There is no chord that vibrates to my voice,
Then fare ye well.
A Youth (coming forward.) No, no! say on, say on!
There are still free and fiery hearts e’en here,
That kindle at thy words.
Pea. If that indeed
Thou hast a hope to give us——