Charles: Question no more.
She is set in the centre of my need
As youth and fiercest passion could not set her.
Supernally as May she has burst on
My barren age. Pain, envious decay,
And doubt that mystery wounds us with, and wrong,
Flee from the gleam and whisper of her name.
Fulvia: And if your coronet and heat avail
Not with her as might charm of equal years
And beauty?
Charles: Then—why then—why there may slip
An avalanche of raging and despair
Out of me! Hope of her once taken, all
The thwarted thunders of my want would rush
Into the void with lightnings for revenge!
Enter Antonio.
Antonio: Sir, I'm returned.
Charles: With lightnings that shall—(Sees him.) You?
Antonio? My eyes had other thought.
Open your news—but mind 'tis not of failure.
Antonio: We seized the murderous robbers in their cove
And o'er the cliff, as our just law commands,
To death flung them.
Charles: So with all traitors be it.
Antonio: So should it.
Charles: Well, 'twas swift. In you there is
More than your mother's gentleness.