Nay more, for when thou takest away thyself,
Though in the smallest part, so much I die,—
And by this secret that divorces us
Am wholly slain. But tell it to me, Hubert,
And 'twill become another blessed bond,
To second union closer than the first
Re-sanctioning our souls.
[He is silent. Her rage overcomes her]
Unseal thy lips,
Or by the fires that flit now through my brain,