HAEMON: Ah, God!
You will?--you will?
CHARLES: Hush! something--No, it was
But fate cried out in me, not any voice.
HAEMON: We must be swift.
CHARLES: It cries again. I will
Not listen! He's not flesh of me--not flesh!
A traitor is no son, nor was nor shall be!
Though it shriek desolation utterly
I will not listen!
HAEMON: Do not!
CHARLES: And to-day
He shook, ashen and clenched, remembering
The guilty secret in him!
HAEMON: Still he's free.
CHARLES: My words fell warm as tears--"A rift has come,
A rift, a smile, a breath"--men speak so when
They creep from madness up into some space
Whose element is love.
HAEMON: And will you sink
To a weak palsy--who should o'erwhelm
With penalty!
CHARLES (_rousing_): No! all and ever false
Was he who's so when most he should be true!
I will make treachery bitter to all time.
Bring dread on all to whom are given sons!
Down generations shall they peer and tremble,
Look on me as on majesties accursed!--
Search every shade--search, search! You stand as death.
I am in famine till he gives me groan!
(_They go in opposite directions._
_Enter FULVIA, distressed, and GIULIA._
FULVIA: He was with Haemon?
GIULIA: On that seat.
FULVIA: Convulsed,
Yet passionless?