Fix’d on me thus! Away!
Elm. Thou hast seen this,
Thou hast done this—and yet thou liv’st?
Her. I live!
And know’st thou wherefore? On my soul there fell
A horror of great darkness, which shut out
All earth, and heaven, and hope. I cast away
The spear and helm, and made the cloister’s shade
The home of my despair. But a deep voice
Came to me through the gloom, and sent its tones