Guilf. Give way, and let the gushing torrent come. * * *
Lady J. Guilford! no.
The time for tender thoughts and soft endearments
Is fled away and gone; joy has forsaken us;
Our hearts have now another part to play;
They must be steeled with some uncommon fortitude,
That fearless we may tread the paths of horrors,
And, in despite of fortune and our foes,
E’en in the hour of death be more than conquerors.
Guilf. O teach me! say, what energy divine