Though Time has played me false—it is not that:
It is the fading colours in my soul,
And all the brilliant darkness through that chink;
It is—
[The door opens and a Warder enters.]
O Warder, put the food away;
But come and chat with me.
WARDER.
I have instructions
I must not speak a word.
CARLOMAN.
Is that the sentence?
Sit down.
WARDER.
But I must see you drink this wine.
The Pope, King Pepin too—they all are anxious
Your life should be preserved.