Camarin. Oh!... Berengere!... treachery!
(He staggers and sinks back heavily toward the pillar. There is breathless, strained suspense. Then he strikes the sacred column, and as he does so the image above sways, totters and crushes upon him. A cry, "The Magdalen!" goes up around.)
Hassan (hurrying to him; after awe and silence).
He's dead.
Alessa. The Magdalen!
Hassan. No breath in him.
(A pause.)
Renier (low, harshly).
Bear him without then ever from this place,
That never more shall know a holy rite—
And from these gates, I care not to what tomb.
(To Amaury.)
Then shall you hear this mystery's content,
That still as a madness measures to your sight.
Bear him without.