(Falling in his arms and calling to the Odalisques.)
His left hand is under my head and his right hand doth embrace me.
The Shepherd
(to the chorus.)
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not nor awake my beloved till she will.
Act V.
The Village of Shulam.
(The Shulamite, who has escaped from the seraglio is carried in by her lover.)
Chorus of Villagers
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?