(Sings.) Sappho! Sappho!
In maiden woe
(Let alone love, it spurns and burns!)
Wept—wept, and leapt—
O love is so!
(Let alone love, it burns!)
My lady! O my lady! my sweet lady!
(She is led out.)
Fulvia: This is most sad—most sad, and pitiful.
Charles: I cannot bear her voice upon my heart
Enter Agabus gazing into the air.
Again this monk? this dog of death?—and now?
Agabus: My trusty Shadow (Laughs madly.) Ha, he has been here!
My king o' the worms and all corruption!—
(Approaching Charles.) Lovers, and lovers! O she leapt as 'twere
To Christ and not sin's Pit! And he is gone
To follow her! The devil's nine wits are
Too many!
(Wanders about.)
Fulvia: My lord! Your limbs are frozen,
And bloodlessly you stand! Move, rouse, O breathe!
It is not truth but madness that he speaks.