_Has ceased to weep, has released herself from the embrace of_
CORDELIA. _We see her put her finger to her lips as she walks across
to the other side, then passing through the others, who make way for
her. She is about to go--they are about to follow--she returns and with
gesture indicates that she does not wish them to. She then speaks_
I must gather flowers by the river--they are best.--Do not come. I will
bring enough for all.
_She listens_
The little river is very quiet, but I can hear it. It has a message for
me. I am going to put my ear so close that I shall lose not a whisper.
_She bows_
Be kind. Always be kind.
_She smiles and leaves them_
ROSALIND. Shall we not follow?
LADY MACBETH. ’Twould but distress her.
VIOLA. Is she feigning that she suffers less than we?
PORTIA. She died at Regan’s word.
BEATRICE. Let us to the cloister and there think on immortality, not
death.
DESDEMONA. Dear Cordelia, will you come?