[Robin is dimly seen in the mouth of the alcove. He stretches out his hands blindly in the dark.]
Marian! Why do you call to me in dreams?
Why do you call me? I must go. What's this?
Help me, kind God, for I must say one word,
Only one word—good-bye—to Marian,
To Marian—Ah, too weak, too weak!
[He sees the dark body of Marian and utters a cry, falling on his knees beside her.]
O God,
Marian! Marian!
My bugle! Ah, my bugle!
[He rises to his feet and, drowning the distant organ-music, he blows a resounding forest-call. It is answered by several in the forest. He falls on his knees by Marian and takes her in his arms.]
O Marian, Marian, who hath used thee so?
MARIAN
Robin, it is my death-wound. Ah, come close.
ROBIN
Marian, Marian, what have they done to thee?