But Rachel, blue-eyed golden-haired aright,
Proving to be only Laban's child, not Lot's,
Remains yours all the same forevermore.
No whit to the purpose is your plea: you err
I' the person and the quality—nowise
In the individual,—that 's the case in point!
You go to the ground,—are met by a cross-suit
For separation, of the Rachel here,
From bed and board,—she is the injured one,
You did the wrong and have to answer it.