To every dog his day!
[with a shudder]
Ah, then—meanwhile there is a blowing wind,
And all the world to ravish ... Carloman,
We are the brothers now ... [to Damiani] Yes, I and this
[Rachis sneaks off, hissing curses.]
Fraternal soul, your madman.
DAMIANI.
ASTOLPH.
I take it, thank you. Glance
A moment at my soldiers—and retire.
[They all withdraw.]
Come to the well, where we can sit and talk,
And I can have a draught.
[He looses his helmet and dips it in the well. Carloman puts both hands round it as soon as it is full of water.]
CARLOMAN.
Wait! [drinking] Cool and strong!
That prison-stuff was stagnant. Sunshine’s warmth,
The cool of water, how they both refresh!
[looking up with a smile]
Now, brilliant one, your business?