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112 When these thick fumes subside, thou shalt awake To bless the friend who gave thy madness bounds.

Madness ! Tea, as the sane world goes, I am mad. What else to help the helpless, to uplift The low, to adore the good, the beautiful, To live, battle, suffer, die for truth, for love ! But that is wide of the question. Let me hear What you are charged to impart — my father's will. Heart-cleft by his dear offspring's shame, he prays Your reason be restored, your wayward sense Renew its due allegiance. For his son He, the good parent, weeps — hot drops of gall. Wrung from a spirit seldom eased by tears. But for his honor pricked, the Landgrave takes More just and general vengeance.

In the name of God, What has he done to her ?