Meg. [His pistol at aim] You are my prisoner.
[Señora rushes on left]
Señ. Oh, princess! Oh!
Meg. [To guards] Move on with him.
Her. Wait—wait——
Meg. No time.
Her. But I must tell——
Cha. Let fiends be dumb.
You damned and double traitress, this my hand
Could lay you dead!
Meg. [To Hernda, who seems dazed] My goddess, I'll be true!
[Kisses her, and goes off, lower right, with Chartrien and guards]