Enter the Countess.
Countess. Come near, my love! When thou art from my side,
Methinks I wander like some gloomy ghost,
Who, doom'd to tread alone a dreary round,
Remembers the lost things, that made life precious,
Yet sees no end of cheerless solitude.
Adel. We have known too much of sorrow; yet, 'twere wise
To turn our thoughts from what mischance has ravish'd,
And rest on what it leaves. My father's love——
Countess. Was mine, but is no more. 'Tis past, 'tis gone.