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And we will cast our worthless grandeur from us,
Father! doubt thou not But we will bind ourselves to poverty, With glad devotedness, if this, but this, May win them back.—Distrust us not, my father ! We can bear all things.
Can ye bear disgrace?
We were not born for this.
No, thou sayst well ! Hold to that lofty faith.—My wife, my child ! Hath earth no treasures richer than the gems Torn from her secret caverns ?-If by them
Chains may be riven, then let the captive spring
Gonzalez, who must die?
GONZALEZ (hurriedly). They on whose lives a fearful price is set, But to be paid by treason !—Is 't enough? Or must I yet seek words ?
That look saith more!
Thou canst not mean
I do! why dwells there not Power in a glance to speak it ?- They must die! They-must their names be told-Our sons must die Unless I yield the city!
Oh! look up !
ELMINA (in a low voice).
- And there is hope !- I will not be subdued-
Hope but in Him
Thou canst not tell me this! Thou father of my sons, within whose hands Doth lie thy children's fate.
If there have been
Men in whose bosoms Nature's voice hath made
Then their doom is seal'd! Thou wilt not save thy children ?
Hast thou cause, Wife of my youth! to deem it lies within The bounds of possible things, that I should link My name to that word-traitor ? — They that sleep On their proud battle-fields, thy sires and mine, Died not for this!
Oh, cold and hard of heart !
A shadow, thus can fill the desolate space
That they may live to hide With covering hands th' indignant flush of shame On their young brows, when men shall speak of him They call'd their father !—Was the oath, whereby, On th' altar of my faith, I bound myself, With an unswerving spirit to maintain This free and christian city for my God, And for my king, a writing traced on sand ? That passionate tears should wash it from the earth, Or e'en the life-drops of a bleeding heart Efface it, as a billow sweeps away The last light vessel's wake?—Then never more Let man's deep vows be trusted !-though enforced