In thy bold cruelty, th’ all-judging One,
Who visits for such things! Hast thou no sense
Of thy frail nature? ’Twill be taught thee yet;
And darkly shall the anguish of my soul,
Darkly and heavily, pour itself on thine,
When thou shalt cry for mercy from the dust,
And be denied!
Abd. Nay, is it not thyself
That hast no mercy and no love within thee?
These are thy sons, the nurslings of thy house;