Hæmon: Do not!
Charles: And to-day
He shook, ashen and clenched, remembering
The guilty secret in him!
Hæmon: Still he's free.
Charles: My words fell warm as tears—"A rift has come,
A rift, a smile, a breath"—men speak so when
They creep from madness up into some space
Whose element is love.
Hæmon: And will you sink
To a weak palsy—who should o'erwhelm
With penalty!
Charles (rousing): No! all and ever false
Was he who's so when most he should be true!
I will make treachery bitter to all time.
Bring dread on all to whom are given sons!
Down generations shall they peer and tremble,
Look on me as on majesties accursed!—
Search every shade—search, search! You stand as death.
I am in famine till he gives me groan!
(They go in opposite directions.
Enter Fulvia, distressed, and Giulia.
Fulvia: He was with Hæmon?
Giulia: On that seat.
Fulvia: Convulsed,
Yet passionless?