CURTAIN.
SCENE FOURTH.
[Bianca's castle. A moonlit balcony. Enter Bianca.]
Bianca. He comes not. Yon bright moon will ere long set, and still I hear not the dear voice 'neath my lattice singing. Adelbert! Ah, come! Hist! I hear his light boat on the lake. 'Tis he! 'tis he! [Leans over the balcony.]
[Adelbert sings in the garden below.
The moon is up, wake, lady, wake!
My bark is moored on yonder lake.
The stars' soft eyes alone can see
My meeting, dear one, here with thee.
Wake, dearest, wake! lean from thy bower,
The moonlight gleams on tree and flower.
The summer sky smiles soft above;
Look down on me, thou star of love!
Bianca. Adelbert, dear love, now haste thee quickly up to me.
[Enter Adelbert upon the balcony.
Adel. Sweet love, why fearest thou? None dare stay me when I fly to thee. Ah, sit thee here, and I will rest beside thee. [Bianca seats herself; Adelbert lies at her feet.]