Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be—
——————————— thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more."[424:A]
But when the wife of Bertram, with a resignation and self-devotedness worthy of the highest praise, she deserts the house of her mother-in-law, knowing that whilst she is sheltered there her husband will not return, how does she, becoming thus an unprotected wanderer, a pilgrim bare-foot plodding the cold ground for him who has contemned her, rise to the tone of exalted truth and heroism!
—————————— "Poor lord! is't I
That chase thee from thy country, and expose
Those tender limbs of thine to the event