She cannot make up her mind whether her lover is really dead or not. Only conscious of a vague calamity, she cries:
“Tell Lod’wick, Lucibell would speak with him!
I’ve news from heav’n for him, he must not die;
I’ve robb’d Prometheus of his moving fire:—
Open the door!—I must come in, and will;
I’ll beat myself to air, but I’ll come in!”
So saying, she knocks violently at the door of the vault; those who surround her fear that she will “do violence upon herself.” She understands:
“Oh, never fear me! there is somewhat cries
Within me, ‘No!’ tells me there’re knaves abroad;
Bids me be quiet, lay me down, and sleep.”[98:1]