Con. Will you not hear me? Oh! that they who need
Hourly forgiveness—they who do but live
While mercy’s voice, beyond th’ eternal stars,
Wins the great Judge to listen, should be thus,
In their vain exercise of pageant power,
Hard and relentless! Gentle brother! yet
’Tis in your choice to imitate that heaven,
Whose noblest joy is pardon.
Eri. ’Tis too late.
You have a soft and moving voice, which pleads