Cornelia. I wish you had not seen the accident.
Tasso. I see it? I? I saw it not. No other is crushed where I am. The little girl died for her kindness! Natural death!
Cornelia. Be calm, be composed, my brother!
Tasso. You would not require me to be composed or calm if you comprehended a thousandth part of my sufferings.
Cornelia. Peace! peace! we know them all.
Tasso. Who has dared to name them? Imprisonment, derision, madness.
Cornelia. Hush! sweet Torquato! If ever these existed, they are past.
Tasso. You do think they are sufferings? ay?
Cornelia. Too surely.
Tasso. No, not too surely: I will not have that answer. They would have been; but Leonora was then living. Unmanly as I am! did I complain of them? and while she was left me?