fedelm [helping him to rise]. Come with me.
seanchan. But why am I so weak? Have I been ill?
Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak?
fedelm [goes to table]. I'll dip this piece of bread into the wine,
For that will make you stronger for the journey.
seanchan. Yes, give me bread and wine; that’s what I want,
For it is hunger that is gnawing me.
But, no; I must not eat it.
fedelm. Eat, Seanchan.
For if you do not eat it you will die.
seanchan. Why did you give me food?
Why did you come?
For had I not enough to fight against
Without your coming?
fedelm. Eat this little crust,
Seanchan, if you have any love for me.
seanchan. I must not eat it—but that’s beyond your wit.
Child! child! I must not eat it, though I die.
fedelm [passionately]. You do not know
what love is; for if you loved,
You would put every other thought away.
