Gom. Away—away!
I know not love.
Ed. Yet hear! if thou hast known
The tender sweetness of a mother’s voice—
If the true vigil of affection’s eye
Hath watch’d thy childhood—if fond tears have e’er
Been shower’d upon thy head—if parting words
E’er pierced thy spirit with their tenderness—
Let me but look upon his face once more,
Let me but say—Farewell, my soul’s beloved!