There is no spirit--save what's born of words!
Words are the bonds that of two souls make one!
Words the security of heart to heart!
God, make me patient! God, I pray thee, God!

_Lilia_
(_not heeding him_).
Besides, we dare not; you would find the dungeon
Gave late repentance; I should weep away
My life within a convent.

_Julian_.
Come to England,
To England, Lilia.

_Lilia_.
Men would point, and say:
_There go the monk and his wife_; if they, in truth,
Called me not by a harder name than that.

_Julian_.
There are no monks in England.

_Lilia_.
But will that
Make right what's wrong?

_Julian_.
Did I say so, my Lilia?
I answered but your last objections thus;