THE OLD SERVANT.
He could not kill himself; he is too big. But she is hardly wounded, and it is she who is going to die…. Can you understand that?
FIRST SERVANT.
You have seen the wound?
THE OLD SERVANT.
As I see you, my daughter.—I saw everything, you understand…. I saw it before all the others…. A tiny little wound under her little left breast,—a little wound that wouldn't kill a pigeon. Is it natural?
FIRST SERVANT.
Yes, yes; there is something underneath….
SECOND SERVANT.
Yes; but she was delivered of her babe three days ago….