ASTOLAINE.
They are little tears…. Do not be sad for them…. I weep so, because I am woman, but they say our tears are not painful…. You see I can dry them already…. I knew well what it was…. I waited for the wakening…. It has come, and I can breathe with less disquietude, being no longer happy…. There!… We must see clearly now for you and her. For I believe my father already has suspicions. [Exeunt.