Yet but to terrify me with the sight
Of mine own nature’s fathomless abyss.
Man’s final refuge hath been lost to me:
I have been robbed of solitude itself.
Maria:
I must repeat what I have said before.
Alone can Benedictus succour thee;
Only from him may we obtain support
And that firm basis which we both do lack.
For know thou this: I also can no more