Eliz monologue (Act 4) — The Saint's Tragedy

[awaking]. Hark! how they cry for bread! Poor souls! be patient! I have spent all-- I'll sell myself for a slave--feed them with the price. Come, Guta! Nurse! We must be up and doing! Alas! they are gone, and begging! Go! go! They'll beat me, if I give you aught: I'll pray for you, and so you'll go to Heaven. I am a saint--God grants me all I ask. But I must love no creature. Why, Christ loved-- Mary he loved, and Martha, and their brother-- Three friends! and I have none! When Lazarus lay dead, He groaned in spirit, And wept--like any widow--Jesus wept! I'll weep, weep, weep! pray for that 'gift of tears.' They took my friends away, but not my eyes, Oh, husband, babes, friends, nurse! To die alone! Crack, frozen brain! Melt, icicle within!