Vig. Ardia, by my life!
Bion. 'Tis she.
What do you here?
Ard. I go to you. Where else
Shall I find shelter in a world now bare
Save where your hearts make gentle room for me?
Bion. What do you mean? Where is our father?
Speak!
Ard. You have not heard? Why then do you go down?
Bion. For word of Charilus. No messenger
Has come. All night we watched. What can you say
More than this fearful meeting tells? No word?
Are you the ghost you look? Is Charilus safe?
Ard. Safe as yon Heaven would have him. He is dead.
[Silence]
You loved him, though you went another way
To find your God.
Bion. Our father dead? O, sister,
Not cold, not still, not silent to his sons.
Who loved his voice even when they most forsook it!
Ard. Oswald betrayed us.
Vig. O, my sword, 'tis thou
Shalt split his heart, though every spear in Suli
Then pierce my own! [Going]