Charles: Who's this broke from his grave upon us?
Agabus (searching still): Where?
I followed him—he sped and there was cold!
Behind him blows a horror!
(Stops in fascinated awe before Helena.)
Ah, on her head!
His touch! his earthless finger!—and she rots
To dust! to dust!
Antonio: Ill monk! are there no men
That you must wring a woman so with fear?
Agabus: Ha, men? Christ save all men but lovers! all! (Crosses himself.)
Charles: Antonio, how speaks he?
Antonio: Sir, most mad
With the pestilence of evil prophecy.
(To guards.) Forth with him!
Charles: Stay.
Antonio: Let him not, for he will
Beguile you to some ravening belief.
Agabus (going up to Charles, staring at him in suppressed excitement): A lover! a lover! and he loves in vain!
Wilt go? There is a cave—(taking his hand), we'll curse her—come!
Charles: Out! out! (Throws him from the dais.)