Car. (to his mother.) Wilt thou go?
Oh! let me follow thee!
Elm. Mine own fair child!
Now that thine eyes have pour’d once more on mine
The light of their young smile, and thy sweet voice
Hath sent its gentle music through my soul,
And I have felt the twining of thine arms—
How shall I leave thee?
Abd. Leave him, as ’twere but
For a brief slumber, to behold his face