Scene 3.
Enter Truman Junior.
'Twas barbarously done to leave her so;
Kneeling and weeping to me; 'twas inhuman;
I'l back and take my leave more civilly,
So as befits one who was once her Worshipper.
[Goes over the Stage, and comes back.
She's gone; why let her go; I feel her still;
I feel the root of her, labouring within
To sprout afresh, but I will pluck it up,
Or tear my heart with 't.
Kneeling and weeping to me; 'twas inhuman;
I'l back and take my leave more civilly,
So as befits one who was once her Worshipper.
[Goes over the Stage, and comes back.
She's gone; why let her go; I feel her still;
I feel the root of her, labouring within
To sprout afresh, but I will pluck it up,
Or tear my heart with 't.