Come, kill me then. I am no coward. Hush!
No answer. What if they have left me here
To die in th’ wood? And yet I dare not move.
She said there is a pit beside me close,
Where I might fall. If I could find my stick,
I could escape, perhaps, and follow them.
(He gropes for his stick.)
(A second gust of wind blows through the forest.)
Oh, evil, evil! She has hid it—O!—
I hear a sigh that shudders thro’ the air.