Tell. I know! I know!
Ver. With constancy so modest—
Tell. I was sure he would.
Ver. And looks with such relying love
And reverence upon you.
Tell. Man! man! man!
No more. Already I’m too much the father
To act the man. Verner, no more, my friend.
I would be flint—flint—flint. Don’t make me feel
I’m not. Do not mind me. Take the boy