Aus. Whither bear him?
Tresh. Oh, to my chamber! When we meet there next,
We shall be friends.
[They bear out the body of Mertoun.
Will she die, Guendolen?
Guen. Where are you taking me?
Tresh. He fell just here.
Now answer me. Shall you in your whole life
—You who have naught to do with Mertoun's fate,
Now you have seen his breast upon the turf,