What wouldst thou?
Con. Mercy!—Oh! wert thou to plead
But with a look, e’en yet he might be saved!
If thou hast ever loved——
Vit. If I have loved?
It is that love forbids me to relent.
I am what it hath made me. O’er my soul
Lightning hath pass’d and sear’d it. Could I weep
I then might pity—but it will not be.
Con. Oh, thou wilt yet relent! for woman’s heart