Ans. (to Constance.) Despair not thou,
My daughter! He that purifies the heart
With grief will lend it strength.
Con. (endeavouring to rouse herself.) Did she not say
That some one was to die?
Ans. I tell thee not
Thy pangs are vain—for nature will have way.
Earth must have tears: yet in a heart like thine,
Faith may not yield its place.
Con. Have I not heard