And I tied down with grave-clothes and the worm,
Aware, perhaps, of every blow—oh God!—
Upon those lips—yet of no power to tear
The felon stripe by stripe! Die, Mildred! Leave
Their honorable world to them! For God
We're good enough, though the world casts us out. [A whistle is heard.
Tresh. Ho, Gerard!
(Enter Gerard, Austin and Gwendolen, with lights.)
No one speak! You see what's done.
I cannot bear another voice.