My lord, speak to her.
PEPIN.
Come, an end to this!
Brother, if you are wise you will not leave
This woman in the world. Convents are made
To tame the pride of such and keep them cool.
CARLOMAN.
O Geneviva, for my sake, and yet....
Not so, beloved.
[He turns away and covers his face.]
GENEVIVA.
Marcomir, farewell!
You will be monks together. When my husband
Forgets me, you must bring me to his thoughts
Recall that day we hunted and you fell;
I stayed to tend you; but the whole live day
My voice rang through the woods for Carloman
Until I wearied you; he was not found;
But you remember how I cried for him.
MARCOMIR.
Consul, have pity on her. I am free,
But she has need of love.