The same, magnanimous,
My brother, as of old.
[laying his hand on Carloman’s shoulder]
What bones!
CARLOMAN.
Ah, yes.
I have not flesh as full of life as yours;
Why, your mere touch can warm one like the sun.
PEPIN.
Six years ago! You come as if the dead
Could rise and make a visit.
CARLOMAN.
[gasping] Pepin, hush!
I have been dead, and yet I am no ghost;
You strike me through with anguish.
PEPIN.
But you suffer
Unnecessary pain. I give you welcome
With all my heart; yet you yourself must know
Your presence in the place where once you ruled
Is—well, unlooked for.