Th’ austere and yet divine remonstrances
Whisper’d by faith and honour, lift thy hands;
And, to that Heaven which arms the brave with strength,
Pray that the father of thy sons may ne’er
Be thus found wanting!
Elm. Then their doom is seal’d!
Thou wilt not save thy children?
Gon. Hast thou cause,
Wife of my youth! to deem it lies within
The bounds of possible things, that I should link