Melchtal. Help! (in his sleep.)

Emma. What's the matter? Only the old man dreaming.
He thinks again they're pulling out his eyes.
I'm sick with terror! Merciful powers! what's this
That fills my heart with horrible alarm?
And yet it can not see.

Melch. (waking) Where am I?

Emma. Father!

Melch. My daughter, is it thou'! Thank Heaven, I'm here! Is't day yet'?

Emma. No'.

Melch. Is't far on the night'?

Emma. Methinks, about the turn on't.

Melch. Is the boy
Come back'?

Emma. No', father'.