Ask her, my friend, to send by thee her pacquets.
[Exit Seward.
Enter Seward.
Seward.
Nought can the lovely suitor satisfy,
But conference with thee, and much I fear
Refusal would cause madness.
General.
Yet to admit,
To hear, be tortur'd, and refuse at last—
Seward.
Sure never man such spectacle of sorrow
Saw before. Motionless the rough-hewn soldiers
Silent view her, or walk aside and weep.