Ah!
(She falls dying on the sofa. Miracle sinks in the earth uttering a peal of laughter.)
Crespel (running in).
My child... my daughter... Antonia!.
Antonia (expiring).
My father! Listen, ’tis my mother
Who calls me. And he... has returned...
’Tis a song of love,
Flies away,
Sad or joyful...