CHARLES: If she--the cliff!
ANTONIO: The cliff! The--?
(_Staggers dizzily, then rushes out._
CHARLES: Let one go with him--bring
Us what hath passed--hath passed.
(_A SOLDIER goes._
PAULA (_with uncontrollable terror_): My lady!
CHARLES: Child,
I cannot bear thy voice upon my heart!
It hath a tone--a clutch--no more, no more!
I cannot bear it! We must wait. No hap
Has been--no hap, I think--surely no hap.
_Enter BARDAS deprecatingly, followed by ANTONIO._
BARDAS: Antonio! not in the sea? You live?
ANTONIO: I say, where is she?
BARDAS: You are mortal?
ANTONIO (_groaning with impatience_): O
This utter superstition! (_Pricking his arm._) Is it not blood?
BARDAS: You live! and live? but let her think your death!
You let her! still devising for yourself
Safety and preservation!
ANTONIO: She's not safe?
BARDAS: O, safe--if she had shrift!
CHARLES (_hoarsely_): The dead are so!
BARDAS: Ay, so.
ANTONIO: And none above the grave?--no answer?
BARDAS: She came unto the cliff amid her tears--
Her being all into one want was fused,
You down the wave to follow.
ANTONIO: But you grasped----?
You held her?