Deep-bedded in our hearts, of which we reck
But little, till the shafts of heaven have pierced
Its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent
Before her gems are found?—Oh! now I feel
Worthy the generous love which hath not shunn’d
To look on death for me! My heart hath given
Birth to as deep a courage, and a faith
As high in its devotion.
[Exit Constance.
Ans. She is gone!