All life were desolated. Leave me not.
(Her child cries within.)
Yea, my sweet fatherless babe, I’ll come to thee,
Not all Rome’s Popes can say nay, nay, to that. (Goes within.)
Cath. (Going out.)
O, thou that cursed me in mine early days,
And cast this shadow all across my life;
Wilt thou now add this sorrow to mine age?
And darken my last years? Is there no God?
O, Night, who art the same, whose stars look down