Come! come! I have borne without a word, but I can bear no more….
PALOMIDES (groping forward).
You are there? I thought you so far away!… My tears deceived me. I am here, and I see you. Oh, your hands are wounded! They have bled upon your gown, and the knots have entered into the flesh. I have no longer any weapons. They have taken away my poniard. I will tear them off. Wait! wait! I have the knots.
ALLADINE.
Take off the bandage first that makes me blind….
PALOMIDES.
I cannot…. I do not see…. It seems to be surrounded by a net of golden threads….
ALLADINE.
My hands, then, my hands!