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.
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