Does he remember love-ways used with me? Shall I never know? Is it too near? I'll watch him at his wooing once again, Though I peer up at him across my grave-sill. [She gets out of bed and takes several steps toward the garden doorway; she totters and sways, then, turning, stumbles back to the bed for support.] Limbs, will you die? It is not yet the time. I know more discipline: I'll make you go. [She fumbles along the bed to the head, then, clinging against the wall, drags herself toward the back of the room.] It is too far. I cannot see the wall. I will go ten more steps: only ten more. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Sundown is soon to-day: it is cold and dark. Now ten steps more, and much will have been done. One. Two. Three. Four. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Sixteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-three. Twenty-eight. Thirty. Thirty-one. At last the turn. Thirty-six. Thirty-nine. Forty. Now only once again. Two. Three. What do the voices say? I hear too many. The door: but here there is no garden ... Ah! [She holds herself up an instant by the door-curtains; then she reels and falls, her body in the room, her head and shoulders beyond the curtains.] [GONERIL enters by the door beyond the bed, carrying the filled cup carefully in both hands.] Goneril: Where are you? What have you done? Speak to me. [Turning and seeing HYGD, she lets the cup fall and leaps to the open door by the bed.] Merryn, hither, hither ... Mother, O mother! [She goes to HYGD. MERRYN enters.] Merryn: Princess, what has she done? Who has left her? She must have been alone. Goneril: Where is Gormflaith? Merryn: Mercy o' mercies, everybody asks me For Gormflaith, then for Gormflaith, then for Gormflaith, And I ask everybody else for her; But she is nowhere, and the King will foam. Send me no more; I am old with running about After a bodiless name. Goneril: She has been here, And she has left the Queen. This is her deed. Merryn: Ah, cruel, cruel! The shame, the pity-- Goneril: Lift. [Together they raise HYGD, and carry her to bed.] She breathes, but something flitters under her flesh: Wynoc the leech must help us now. Go, run, Seek him, and come back quickly, and do not dare To come without him. Merryn: It is useless, lady: There's fever at the cowherd's in the marsh, And Wynoc broods above it twice a day, And I have lately seen him hobble thither. Goneril: I never heard such scornful wickedness As that a king's physician so should choose To watch and even heal base men and poor-- And, more than all, when there's a queen a-dying ... Hygd (recovering consciousness):