Blanche. Thou dost not mean——
No, no! it cannot be! Didst thou not say
They sent us home?
D’Aubigné. Where is the spirit’s home?
Oh! most of all, in these dark, evil days,
Where should it be—but in that world serene,
Beyond the sword’s reach and the tempest’s power,
—Where, but in heaven?
Blanche. My father!
D’Aubigné. We must die.