PEPIN.
Dead in the cloister half a year ago ...
That was no fault of mine. As for your wife—
CARLOMAN.
[to Marcomir] Take Lady Geneviva to her rooms,
Her rooms within the palace.
[to Geneviva, as she goes from him] So our boy
Is dead! Can you forgive me?
[He shudders and bows his head. Exeunt Marcomir and Geneviva.]
PEPIN.
On my oath,
I could not be her keeper, Carloman.
CARLOMAN.
No, that is no man’s office. Of herself
She was what she has been, and each of us
Should say no word against her to our shame,
Nor any word to one another more
Than what we just have said. These fearful things
Should be within a fosse below all speech;
While we live sound above them and forget.
I come to you....