My station nearer these and learn it all!
Wife, what new sorrow has approached our home?
Meg. O dearest! light flashed on thy father now!
Art thou come? art thou saved and dost thou fall
On friends in their supreme extremity?
Her. How say'st thou? Father! what's the trouble here?
Meg. Undone are we!—but thou, old man, forgive
If first I snatch what thou shouldst say to him!
For somehow womanhood wakes pity more.
Here are my children killed and I undone!