ODOARDO.
She is gone before us--if we could but follow her.
EMILIA.
Oh, the sooner the better. For if the Count be dead--if he was doomed to die on that account--Ha! Why do we stay here? Let us fly, my father.
ODOARDO.
Fly! Where is the necessity? You are in the hands of your ravisher, and will there remain.
EMILIA.
I remain in his hands?
ODOARDO.
And alone--without your mother--without me.