The wild winds must not hear it! Yet again,
I tell thee we are free!
Ans. Thine eye hath look’d
On fearful deeds, for still their shadows hang
O’er its dark orb. Speak! I adjure thee: say,
How hath this work been wrought?
Vit. Peace! ask me not!
Why shouldst thou hear a tale to send thy blood
Back on its fount? We cannot wake them now!
The storm is in my soul, but they are all