Zemphira: "I care no longer for his love; I am weary, my heart wants freedom. I have already—But hush! dost thou hear? He repeats another name."
The Old Gypsy: "Whose name?"
Zemphira: "Dost thou not hear? The hoarse groan, the savage grinding of his teeth! How terrible! I will rouse him."
The Old Gypsy: "No, don't chase away the night spirit; it will leave him of its own accord!"
Zemphira: "He has turned, and raised himself; he calls me, he is awake. I will go to him. Good night, and sleep."
Aleko: "Where hast thou been?"
Zemphira: "With my father. Some spirit has oppressed thee. In sleep thy soul has suffered tortures. Thou didst frighten me; grinding thy teeth and calling out to me."
Aleko: "I dreamt of thee, and saw as if between us.... I had horrible thoughts."
Zemphira: "Put no faith in treacherous dreams."