Scarce can I give them utterance.
Edm. Oh! speak, my child! my dear Pascentius, speak;
For much thy mother consolation needs.
Pas. The King, then, madam, in his royal bounty,
Hath, jointly with himself, conferr’d the sway
Of this our mighty kingdom, on my father.
Edm. Now wo, indeed, hath made its master-piece!
Thou fell ambition! thou art mine enemy:
Thy idle dreams have forc’d my husband from me;
Thy honey’d visions have depriv’d my soul