Leaving my traces, as the visitings
Of storms upon them! Shall I now be stay’d?
Know, unto me it were as light a thing,
In this my course, to quench your children’s lives,
As, journeying through a forest, to break off
The young wild branches that obstruct the way
With their green sprays and leaves.
Elm. Are there such hearts
Amongst thy works, O God?
Abd. Kneel not to me.