Mar. and Cho. Heav'n! hear thou the prayer Of a sad, broken heart! A bright ray send thou From the starry sphere Her anguish to allay!
Mep. Marguerite, lost, lost art thou!
Mar. Ah!
(He disappears.)
SCENE III.
The Street.
Valentine, Soldiers, then Siebel.
Cho. Our swords we will suspend Over the paternal hearth; At length we have returned. Sorrowing mothers no longer Will bewail their absent sons.