Be calm, be calm; and bear it like a man!
MELCH.
And all for me—for my mad wilful folly!
Blind, did you say? Quite blind—and both his eyes?
STAUFF.
Ev'n so. 'The fountain of his sight is quench'd,
He ne'er will see the blessed sunshine more.
FÜRST.
Oh, spare his anguish!
MELCH.
Never, never more!
[Presses his hands upon his eyes and is silent for some moments: then turning from one to the other speaks in a subdued tone, broken by sobs.]