That make the deep hills tremble.—Shall I quail?
Shall England’s daughter sink? No! He who there
Spoke to my heart in silence and in storm,
Will not forsake His child!
Gom. (turning from her.) Then perish! lost
In thine own blindness!
Ed. (suddenly throwing herself at his feet.)
Father! hear me yet!
Oh! if the kindly touch of human love
Hath ever warm’d thy breast——