I violated a maid’s sanctuary,
And afterwards, I found,—O Christ forgive me!
Hermit. Say on!
Arthur. She was my sister!
Hermit. Sancta Maria—Ora pro nobis!
Arthur. It will not out. The evil of that night
When I, unknowing, did that awful deed,
Hath blackened all my future like a web.
And when men look up to me as their sun,
It makes my life seem like some whited tower,