By gentler means strive to divert his claim;
Fly this detested place, this house of horror,
And leave its gloomy grandeur to your kinsman.
Count. Rise, fearful woman! What! renounce my birthright?
Go forth, like a poor, friendless, banish'd man,
To gnaw my heart in cold obscurity!
Thou weak adviser! Should I take thy counsel,
Thy tongue would first upbraid—thy spirit scorn me.
Countess. No, on my soul!—Is Narbonne all the world?
My country is where thou art; place is little: