Du N. Is she then safe?
Xaint. It is no time for words: we must be gone.
Du N. Is the maid safe? I ask. Du Nois doth ask.
Xaint. Canst thou be ignorant?
Du N. Say on, or deep
Within thy breast—speak!
Xaint. Thy grasp doth choke me.
Release thy hold!
Du N. Now answer me, and quickly.
Where is the maid?
Xaint. Look on yon rising cloud:
Safe in its breast her spirit mounts to heaven,
That mercy to implore which man denied her.
[Du Nois sinks on his knee, and continues to watch the cloud.
Officer to Xaint. How calm he is become!