Know her!
Guen. Oh, Mildred, look to me, at least!
Thorold—she's dead, I'd say, but that she stands
Rigid as stone and whiter!
Tresh. You have heard ...
Guen. Too much! You must proceed no further.
Mil. Yes—
Proceed! All's truth. Go from me!
Tresh.. All is truth,
She tells you! Well, you know, or ought to know,