Fulvia: Because——
Charles: You've touched
And led me trembling from reality!
Those curtains?—those?—just those?—You shall not go.
Fulvia: I will not then.
Charles: But something breaks from you,
And as an air of resurrection stirs.
Speak; on your words I wait unutterably.
Fulvia: Did not a soldier lately come, my lord,
Breathless with eager speech of mutiny——?
Charles: Well—well——?
Fulvia: Within your guard?
Charles: My guard? No—yes——
What do I see yet cannot in your words?
Fulvia: The mutiny was roused at my command.
Charles: Say it—say all!