Señ. Yes.... I know.
Her. To death!
You do not understand. I killed him!
Señ. No.
There, love,—forget a little. I've a hope
He is not dead.
Her. Not dead? What gives you hope?
Señ. Perhaps the nameless mentor in the heart
That tells us when our loved shrines are lit
And when they're out forever. But there's more.
Whenever Lord Megario's eye meets mine
There's something couched there speaks me living wrong,
Not wrong that's ended—locked within a grave
No prayer may open. He is burning yet
With uncompleted vengeance—and its shame.
Her. Señora, you've a plan!
Señ. 'Twill take much gold.
Her. Ah, I have that.
Señ. And courage.
Her. Well!