Death is not a fact
To touch with simile. What looks he like?
All men in moonlight mind one of the moon,
All dead men look like death.
GENEVIVA.
He lies in chains?
Are the brows restful?
MARCOMIR.
Had you been a man
You would have asked me how he came to die,
No more!
GENEVIVA.
I had forgotten ... then he perished
As Carloman reports?
[Marcomir turns away.] You cannot bear
That I should mourn him?
MARCOMIR.
[facing her again] Oh, a lifetime, if
It please you! I am going to a place
Where love is held of little consequence.