Lou. Then his death bullet has not stopped its flight.
’T will end but in her heart.
(Re-enter Count Charles. Napoleon silently gives him the despatch, which he reads with great agitation)
Char. (To himself) O terrible! And yet
No news to me—to me.
Lou. You ’ll tell her, sir?
Char. There is no need, my lord. Her reason ’s fled.
She ’s mad.
Bel. ’T is Heaven’s mercy!
It. Unhappy woman!
Char. She is not wild, but gentle, and thinks, my lord,
You ’ve granted her request.
Lou. Noble Carlotta!
My lords, forbear awhile. I ’d be alone.
It. God grant you rest.