Our yearning hearts must wither! So it is,
Dominion must be won! Nay, leave me not—
My heart is bursting, and I must be heard!
Heaven hath given power to mortal agony,
As to the elements in their hour of might
And mastery o’er creation! Who shall dare
To mock that fearful strength! I must be heard!
Give me my sons.
Gon. That they may live to hide
With covering hands th’ indignant flush of shame