We strive with fierce impatience, which but lays
Our own frail spirits prostrate?
(After a long pause.) Now I know
Thy hand, my God!—and they are soonest crush’d
That most withstand it! I resist no more.
[She rises.
A light, a light springs up from grief and death,
Which with its solemn radiance doth reveal
Why we have thus been tried!
Gon. Then I may still