ES: And will not judge?
But fear me--fear, and flee?--You shall not go!

FULVIA: Perhaps----

CHARLES: Again "perhaps"--this calm "perhaps!"----
To Rome?--I say you shall not.

FULVIA: Yet should he,
Antonio, from those curtains come----

CHARLES: Should--should?
You speak not reasonably. Why do you say
"If he should come?"

FULVIA: Because----

CHARLES: You've touched
And led me trembling from reality!
Those curtains?--those?--just those?--You shall not go.

FULVIA: I will not then.

CHARLES: But something breaks from you,
And as an air of resurrection stirs.
Speak; on your words I wait unutterably.

FULVIA: Did not a soldier lately come, my lord,
Breathless with eager speech of mutiny----?

CHARLES: Well--well----?

FULVIA: Within your guard?

CHARLES: My guard? No--yes----
What do I see yet cannot in your words?

FULVIA: The mutiny was roused at my command.

CHARLES: Say it--say all!

FULVIA: To save you the mad blot
Of a son's blood.

CHARLES: Antonio----?

FULVIA: Lives!

CHARLES: Low--low----
Joy come too furious has piercing peril.
He lives?--You have done this? With these soft hands,
These little hands, held off the shears of Fate?
Have dared? and have not feared?

FULVIA: Your danger was
My fear--that, and no more.

CHARLES: He lives?--I have
No worth, no gratitude, no gift that may
Answer this deed--no glow, no eloquence
But would ring poor in rarest words of earth.
He lives?--Years yet are mine. Too brief they'll be
To muse with love of this!

FULVIA: No, no, my lord.

CHARLES: But where is he? Belief, tho' risen, strains
In me as if 'twere fast in cerements
That seeing must unbind.

FULVIA: Turn then, and see.

(_ANTONIO steps from the curtains._)

CHARLES: Antonio!--boy! boy!

ANTONIO: My father! (_They embrace._)

_Re-enter CARDINAL._

CARDINAL: Princess,
If your decision and desire are still----

(_Sees ANTONIO._)

FULVIA: Your eyes look upon flesh, lord Cardinal.

(_A