Woe, woe!—I die!—I die!—O countrymen!

Yvette

O God, and is it true I murdered her,

That lady high, that fair, so fair Clarice?

O God! I would that she were happy here,

Alive and laughing, gay of heart again!

O God! I do repent me of my sin!

The Voices

Ayez pitié!

[From a group of the condemned is heard the voice