Rheinhardt.
Ach, Himmel! the poisoned knife!
Carlyon.
You lie! It is only my eyes that are filled with blood.
Vera.
[Running to him.] There is no blood in your eyes. Father! Father!
[Carlyon lifts the knife to his lips, tastes the edge, and drops it with a gesture of despair.
Carlyon.
Back! Don't touch me, and I shall not die yet!