Of one retracting word, or I must seek
In kinder stone my sole relief from pain.
O, say it is not so! This is a jest
Will make you weep when you——
Diony. Jesting to fools!
Not thron�d skies can change what we've determined.
This rebel brow shocks my fond heart that toils
In your ungracious service. Come, my friends.
All to the council hall! With me, my sister.
Ara. O, brother, not one moment to look back