But wept beneath your father’s gallows-tree.
And my blind deeds have shaped your destiny.
I brought your father to a shameful death,
Which your young eyes beheld. And I’ve made known
A thing, perhaps unknown to you before—
Your mother’s infamy. Alas! poor boy!
What an inheritance have we bequeathed you!
Stranger.You did your duty, sir.
Sailor.Ay, there’s the question.
Can duty lead man’s footsteps to God’s throne,