As in the pauses of a thunder-storm,
Or a bird cowering during an eclipse.
Alone through these deserted halls we wander,
Bereft of friends and hope. Speak to me, Guilford.
Guilford. Thy heart-strings, Jane, strengthened by discipline,
Endure the strain.
Jane. Say rather, my religion
Has taught this good. Nor lacks our female nature
Courage to meet inevitable woe
With a beloved one shared.”