Cha. On rack for me? She gave me up.
Gave me to him,—Megario,—knowing that
Meant death.
Señ. And yet you live.
Cha. I—?
Señ. Live. Do you not know
You were to die that night?
Cha. I've heard.
Señ. Those hours
She gained for you meant life.
Cha. She gained for me?
I saw his lips on hers.
Señ. You did. And I—
I saw her face. The dead are warmer. She
Could bear that touch for your sake, and on that
Bore too your curse.
Cha. For me? I'll hear no more,
Señora.
Señ. You will see her now?