The Black Bow of the daughters of Alsace
Is like a bird with spreading wings.
Ulrich. Ah, look there! Who can be so imprudent as to sing that air of Alsace?
The Voice.
It can overpass the mountains.
Bastian. If it should be he!
The Voice.
And watch what goes on there.
Odile. I am sure it is Jean’s voice.
Ulrich. Foolhardy! They will hear him!
The Voice. (Nearer.)