Shall I go, Lilia?

_Lilia_.
Oh no, no, no, do not.--
I shall be better presently.

_Julian_.
You shrink
As from a murderer!

_Lilia_.
Oh no, I love you--
Will never leave you. Pardon me, my Julian;
But blood is terrible.

_Julian_
(_drawing her close to him_).
My own sweet Lilia,
'Twas justly shed, for your defense and mine,
As it had been a tiger that I killed.
He had no right to live. Be at peace, darling;
His blood lies not on me, but on himself;
I do not feel its stain upon my conscience.

[_A tap at the door_.]

_Enter_ Nurse.

_Nurse_.
My lord, the steward waits on you below.