TELL (drawing back).
You are—oh, horror!
In—children, children—in, without a word,
Go, my dear wife! Go! Go! Unhappy man,
You should be—
HEDW.
Heav'ns, who is it?
TELL.
Do not ask.
Away! away! the children must not hear it.
Out of the house—away! You must not rest
'Neath the same roof with this unhappy man!
HEDW.
Alas! What is it? Come.
[Exit with the children.]
TELL (to the Monk).
You are the Duke Of Austria—I know it.
You have slain The Emperor, your uncle and liege lord.
JOHN.
He robb'd me of my patrimony.
TELL.
How! Slain him—your king, your uncle! And the earth
Still bears you! And the sun still shines on you!
JOHN.
Tell, hear me; are you—
TELL.
Reeking, with the blood
Of him that was your Emperor, your kinsman,
Dare you set foot within my spotless house,
Dare to an honest man to show your face,
And claim the rights of hospitality?