Enter Agabus unkempt and distracted.
Agabus: O—lovers! lovers! Lord have none of them!
Antonio: Good monk——
Agabus: O—yes, yes, yes. You'd give me gold
To pray for your two souls. (Crossing himself.) Not I! Not I!
Know you not love is brewed of lust and fire?
It gnaws and burns, until the Shadow—Sir,
(Searching about the air.)
Have you not seen a Shadow pass?
Antonio: A Shadow?
Agabus: Silent and cold. A-times they call him Death:
I'd have him for my brain—it shakes with fever.
(Goes searching anxiously.
Helena: Antonio——
Antonio: You're calm?
Helena: Yes, very calm—
Of impotence—as one who in a tomb
Awakes and waits?
Antonio: He is but mad.