My wrath has faded—when I look upon
The seal that Heaven hath set upon thy brow,
Why, I could find it in my heart to ask
Thy pardon for the fury of my words!
Go, take thy life, make fairer use of it.
Mous. (much moved). I thank you, sir—not for my blighted life,
But for the pitying words in which you grant it. (With emotion.)
You’ve moved me very deeply. (Places the ring that Hilda gave him on Florian’s finger—then kisses his hand.) Curse the tears.
I am not used to weep, my lord,—but then
I am not used to gentleness from men.