Her. Thy lord
Hath sent me unto thee. Till this day’s task
Be closed, thou daughter of the feeble heart!
He bids thee seek him not, but lay thy ways
Before heaven’s altar, and in penitence
Make thy soul’s peace with God.
Elm. Till this day’s task
Be closed!—There is strange triumph in thine eyes—
Is it that I have fall’n from that high place
Whereon I stood in fame? But I can feel