[trembling] O Pepin, the same mother,
Gave us our lives, and we had worked and thought
And breathed in common till I went away—
PEPIN.
We cannot any more. Why will you fix
A look so obstinate and hot?
By heaven, you are a fool. I cannot change
Myself, nor you, nor what has come to pass
I soon shall hate you, wish that you were dead.
CARLOMAN.
How horrible! I never will go back;
But I can live without my brother’s love,
For ties are not existence.
PEPIN.
Will you raise
Divisions in my kingdom?
CARLOMAN.
I must live.
[Enter Pope Zacharias, Boniface and a number of Churchmen and nobles.]