Asef. Here, sir.
(Guard signs for her to pass on. She sees Charles and stops. Steps before him, throwing back her veil)
Asef. You swore to save him!
Char. You!
Aseffa! Blest—
Asef. You swore it!
Char. And would have died
To keep my oath could I have kept it dying.
Asef. The Emperor refused you? (He bows his head) Demon! Oh!
(Turns to go, moaning)
Char. (Aside) I lose her!... Stay! Is there no hope for grief?
Asef. Not mine! Can you not read it here?