Pauline.
Hear thee!
Ay, speak—her son! have fiends a parent? speak,
That thou mayst silence curses—speak!
Mel.
No, curse me;
Thy curse would blast me less than thy forgiveness.
Pauline [laughing wildly].
This is thy palace, where "the perfumed light
Pauline.
Hear thee!
Ay, speak—her son! have fiends a parent? speak,
That thou mayst silence curses—speak!
Mel.
No, curse me;
Thy curse would blast me less than thy forgiveness.
Pauline [laughing wildly].
This is thy palace, where "the perfumed light