Or wilfully forgetful. The land they found
Was manless—her raw airs uncloven by speech,
Earth without wheel-track, hoof-mark, hearth or plough-share
Since God created; nor even a cave where men,
When night was a new thing, had hid themselves.
Gow. Excellent. Do I fight them, or let go?
Ferdinand.
Unused earth, air and water for their spoil,
And none to make comparison of their deeds.
No unbribed dead to judge, accuse ’em or comfort—