Art thou a man of sorrow?—for the world
Doth call thee such;—and hast thou not been taught
By God and sorrow—mighty as they are—
To own the claims of misery?
Her. Is there power
With me to save thy sons?—implore of heaven!
Elm. Doth not heaven work its purposes by man?
I tell thee thou canst save them! Art thou not
Gonsalez’ counsellor? Unto him thy words
Are e’en as oracles——