The rest is heaven's: must we move no step
Because we cannot see the boundaries
Of our long way, and every stone between?

SIS. Is not thy vengeance for the late affront,
For threats and outrage and imprisonment -

OPAS. For outrage, yes--imprisonment and threats
I pardon him, and whatsoever ill
He could do ME.

SIS. To hold Covilla from me!
To urge her into vows against her faith,
Against her beauty, youth, and inclination,
Without her mother's blessing, nay without
Her father's knowledge and authority -
So that she never will behold me more,
Flying afar for refuge and for help
Where never friend but God will comfort her -

OPAS. These, and more barbarous deeds were perpetrated.

SIS. Yet her proud father deigned not to inform
Me, whom he loved and taught, in peace and war,
Me, whom he called his son, before I hoped
To merit it by marriage or by arms.
He offered no excuse, no plea; expressed
No sorrow; but with firm unfaltering voice
Commanded me--I trembled as he spoke -
To follow where he led, redress his wrongs,