My repugnance to move gave birth to ferociousness and phrenzy when force was employed, and they were obliged to consent to my return.
They besought me--they remonstrated--they appealed to every duty that connected me with him that made me, and with my fellow-men--in vain.
While I live I will not go hence.

Have I not fulfilled my destiny?
Why will ye torment me with your reasonings and reproofs?
Can ye restore to me the hope of my better days?
Can ye give me back Catharine and her babes?
Can ye recall to life him who died at my feet?
I will eat--I will drink--I will lie down and rise up at your bidding--all I ask is the choice of my abode.

What is there unreasonable in this demand?
Shortly will I be at peace.

This is the spot which I have chosen in which to breathe my last sigh.

Deny me not, I beseech you, so slight a boon.
Talk not to me, O my revered friend! of Carwin.