MONK.
I am the wretchedest of living men.
HEDW.
The heart is never deaf to wretchedness;
But your look freezes up my inmost soul.
WALT. (springs up).
Mother, here's father!
HEDW.
Oh, my God!
[Is about to follow, trembles and stops.]
WILL. (running after his brother).
My father!
WALT. (without).
Here, here once more!
WILL. (without).
My father, my dear father!
Tell (without).
Yes, here once more! Where is your mother, boys?
[They enter.]