Mixed technique sculpture, clay, cotton, resin... "Demetrius She has no tongue to ask, nor hands to wash! And on this let's leave her to her silent walks. Chiron If that was my case, I would go hang myself! Demetrius Yes, if you had hands to help you tie the rope. (Exits Demetrius and Chiron.) Enter MARCUS. Marcus Who's there? Is it my niece who's running away so quickly? Niece, a word... Where's your husband? If I am dreaming, what can I not, for all that I have, be awake! If I am awake, let some planet knock me down to earth and make me sleep with eternal sleep!... Speak, sweet niece, what cruel hands have mutilated and torn you to pieces? What hands have stripped your body of its two branches, of those sweet garlands, in the shaded circle of which kings have aspired to sleep, powerless as they were to conquer a happiness as great as only half of your love?... Why don't you answer me? Alas! a crimson stream of warm blood, like a spring that bubbles and stirs in the wind, gushes out and flows between your rosy lips, following the to-and-fro of your embalmed breath! (....) "