Charles: No:
He is my son. His flesh has memories
That would cry out and curdle him to madness,
Palsy and strangle every pregnant wish,
Or bring in him compassion like a flood.
Hæmon (contemptuous): O——?
Charles: Never!—Yet, a lurking at my brain!
Enter Paula, hurriedly.
Paula: My lord Antonio! my lady! (Seeing Charles.) O!
Charles (strangely): Come here.
Paula: O, sir!
Charles (taking her wrist): Were you not in a haste?
Paula: I—I—I do not know.
Charles: Girl!—Why do you
Drop fearful to your knees?