And while the one must strike, the other warns.
Two hours hast thou of life. Thy soul is Christ’s;
O, save it, for thy life thou canst not save![633]
At the end of these two fatal hours, Gutierre returns with a surgeon, whom he brings to the door of the room in which he had left his wife.
Don Gutierre.
Look in upon this room. What seest thou there?
Surgeon.
A death-like image, pale and still, I see,
That rests upon a couch. On either side
A taper lit, while right before her stands