Princess [as Omar enters]—Ah! see! here comes a messenger. Now will I see what my dear Sir Knight will say to me.
[Omar gives her a letter.]
[Reads:]
"Dear Lady—I have died of grief, and shall never see thee more.
"Constantine."
Princess—Alas, Alas! My Knight, I will join thee.
[Screams, falls, dies.]
King [enters sorrowfully]—Oh! 'tis but to-day that my daughter had a letter saying that her lover had died of grief. She, too, has died of sorrow, and I shall have the same fate. Woe, that I had no time to repent!
[Falls, dies.]