Hast thou no pity? Hast thou not one sigh
For this thy work?
(Hildebrand stands silently with his back to her, his cloak wrapt about his face.)
Cath. Hast thou no pity? By all our past, one word,
One parting word.
Pet. Thou speakest to a stone. Go!
Cath. (Goes out wringing her hands.)
O, Agony, O Misery, Blackness, Hell,
There’s no hope now.