But fainted, O, too soon——
Kent. My heart, my heart!
O, had I done such deed would I have left
My dagger to confess it? Glaia called—
Not so—I dreamed she called—and going there,
Found her in deepest sleep—or thought I found
Her so—and touched her not lest she should stir
And know her woes again.
Mar. It was not you?
Kent. That question makes your tongue a dagger's point,