Joyzelle.
It is not an adder.... It is a horrible animal.... It is lifting itself against you!... Let me crush it underfoot.... It is foaming.... It is dead.... Lancéor, you are turning pale!... Lean on my neck.... Fear nothing, I am strong.... Show me your wound.... Lancéor, I am here.... Lancéor, answer me!...
Merlin.
(Approaching them and examining the bite.)
The wound is mortal.... The poison is very slow and its action is strange.... Do not despair.... I alone know the remedy....
Joyzelle.
Lancéor! Lancéor! Answer me! Answer me!...
Merlin.
He will not answer, he is sound asleep.... Withdraw, Joyzelle, unless you wish this mere sleep to end in the grave.... Withdraw, Joyzelle: you will not be betraying him; you will be warding off death....
Joyzelle.
First make the sign that shall restore him to life!