I must not put away the cup of shame.
Thus as she spake she falter’d at the close,
And in that dying fall her voice sent forth
Somewhat of its original sweetness. Thou!...
Thou self-abased! exclaim’d the astonish’d King; ...
Thou self-condemn’d!... The cup of shame for thee!
Thee ... thee, Florinda!... But the very excess
Of passion check’d his speech, restraining thus
From farther transport, which had haply else
Master’d him; and he sate like one entranced,