A kiss will not awake thee—one as light
As my own heart. So cold? O, cold as death!
[Draws back the coverlet]
Blood! Blood! A dagger here! O Heaven,
That this smooth coverlet should hide so much!
[Stands a moment in silent horror]
And Hubert thought she slept. "Rest well," he said,
"Nor ever wake till angels call thee up."
Nor wilt thou wake till then, poor Glaia. O,
How can I call him here to look on this!