Part 37 (1/2)

They lied who told you that I drank your poison.

It was spilt upon the ground, like my Lord's blood; You came too late.

GUIDO

Sweet, there is nothing there: These things are only unreal shadows.

d.u.c.h.eSS

Death, Why do you tarry, get to the upper chamber; The cold meats of my husband's funeral feast Are set for you; this is a wedding feast.

You are out of place, sir; and, besides, 'tis summer.

We do not need these heavy fires now, You scorch us.

Oh, I am burned up, Can you do nothing? Water, give me water, Or else more poison. No: I feel no pain - Is it not curious I should feel no pain? - And Death has gone away, I am glad of that.

I thought he meant to part us. Tell me, Guido, Are you not sorry that you ever saw me?

GUIDO

I swear I would not have lived otherwise.

Why, in this dull and common world of ours Men have died looking for such moments as this And have not found them.

d.u.c.h.eSS

Then you are not sorry?