Austin, no blot on it! You see how blood
Must wash one blot away: the first blot came
And the first blood came. To the vain world's eye
All's gules again: no care to the vain world,
From whence the red was drawn!
Aus. No blot shall come!
Tresh. I said that: yet it did come. Should it come,
Vengeance is God's, not man's. Remember me! [Dies.
Guen. [Letting fall the pulseless arm.] Ah, Thorold, we can but—remember you!