[As Marcomir passes she calls] Marcomir!
[She restrains Carloman and goes to the door.]
No, I must summon him.
[Marcomir enters.]
Were we not happy,
Those days we sat together quite alone
Praising and talking of him? We adored,
We each adored him, but we had no part
In that lone heart of his. Now all is changed
He loves me—
MARCOMIR.
Lady Geneviva!
GENEVIVA.
No—
The harlot, loves the harlot. You can tell me
So much of him. What, with him every day!—
All through the golden summer and no rain,
All through the autumn and its violence!
Did he fall sick of fever?