And watch’d beside my dying brother’s couch
Through many days: and I have wept since then—
Wept much.
Mel. Thy dying brother’s couch!—yes, thou
Wert ever true and kind.
Mor. (covering her face.) Oh! praise me not!
Look gently on me, or I sink to earth;
Not thus!
Mel. No praise! thou’rt faint, my child, and worn:
The length of way hath——