Why, that’s a mournful thing!

De L’Orient

It was so meant.

Oh, happy days we sing the saddest things!—

My heart is eased. I’ll sleep awhile and dream.

[He pillows his head upon his arm and sleeps. De

Vardes walks slowly to and fro.

De Vardes

Sleep!—How long has it been since Sleep and I

Met in the heavy road and laid us down,