[Changing again.
Accursed face! accurst! forevermore!
Within the tomb lie (dragging her) blind, deaf, motionless,
Until—
[Looking into the coffin becomes transfixed, while Myrrha's limp body slips slowly from his arms. He gazes at her, at his wife, and tries to understand. But cannot, and so, standing long troubled, moans:
I am not well; perchance Rhasis will come
And tell me what it is that I desired.
Men should not toil o'ermuch; there's madness in it.
[Then seeing Myrrha's face and starting from it wildly:
Rhasis! Rhasis! Rhasis!... Oh-oh-oh-oh!
[Runs madly off right, as Ion and Rhasis enter left. They look around, see Myrrha and rush to her—with a cry.
Curtain