BURCHARD.
No, not a single gem.
CARDINAL SEGOVIA.
Vendetta? Are there wounds?
BURCHARD.
I counted seven;
One mortal in the throat. His hands were tied.
ALEXANDER.
[With a howl like a lion’s.] God, by God’s blood, my curse!
[He falls in a swoon.
No, not a single gem.
Vendetta? Are there wounds?
I counted seven;
One mortal in the throat. His hands were tied.
[With a howl like a lion’s.] God, by God’s blood, my curse!
[He falls in a swoon.