Hear me, by all thy woes! Thy voice hath power
Through the wide city: here I cannot rest—
Aid me to pass the gates!
Her. And wherefore?
Elm. Thou,
That wert a father, and art now—alone!
Canst thou ask “wherefore?” Ask the wretch whose sands
Have not an hour to run, whose failing limbs
Have but one earthly journey to perform,
Why, on his pathway to the place of death,