My heart’s first friend!—Oh! I have been too weak,
I have delay’d too long! He could not sue,
He bade me urge the prayer he would not speak,
And I withheld it! Christian, set us free!
You have been gentle with us! ’tis the weight,
The bitter feeling, of captivity
Which preys upon his life!
Aym. You would go hence?
Mor. For his sake!
Aym. You would leave me! ’Tis too late!