And now its dying. Gerbhert! Gerbhert! come!
Where are you Gerbhert?
Abb. You must go hence, or I will force you hence.
Marg. I have no soul to curse you, your own soul
Be its own Hell for this unnaturalness.
[Goes out.
I come, my fatherless one, to die with thee.
To die with thee.
(Gerbhert bounds forth.)