Youth and decline; but never yet, Elmina,
Ne’er hath thine eye till now shrunk back, perturb’d
With shame or dread, from mine!
Elm. Thy glance doth search
A wounded heart too deeply.
Gon. Hast thou there
Aught to conceal?
Elm. Who hath not?
Gon. Till this hour
Thou never hadst! Yet hear me!—by the free