His story may be feign'd.
Adel. I'll not mistrust him.
Since the bless'd hour, that brought him first to save me,
How often have I listen'd to the tale!
Gallant, generous youth!
Thy sport, misfortune, from his infant years!—
Wilt thou pursue him still?
Jaq. Indeed, 'tis hard.
Adel. But, oh, the pang, that these ungrateful walls
Should be his prison! Here, if I were aught,