Kneel to your lord! on his resolves doth hang

His children’s doom. He may be lightly won

By a few bursts of passionate tears and words.

Elm. (rising indignantly.) Speak not of noble men! He bears a soul

Stronger than love or death.

Alph. (with exultation.) I knew ’twas thus!

He could not fail!

Elm. There is no mercy, none,

On this cold earth! To strive with such a world,

Hearts should be void of love! We will go hence,