[Joyzelle moves away silently, sobbing. When she has taken a few steps, she turns back, hesitates, looks sadly at Lancéor and disappears with a suppressed cry, "I love you!..." Lancéor, overwhelmed, bewildered, staggers away and leans against the trunk of a tree.
Lancéor.
What have I done?... I am obeying ... what?... I do not know.... What have I said?... It is not I speaking.... I have lost happiness, the present, the future.... I am no longer my own master.... I do what I hate to do... I do not know who I am.... Joyzelle!... Ah, my Joyzelle!...
[He falls, sobbing, with his face to the ground.
[ACT III]
Scene I.—A Room in the Palace
[Lancéor is discovered before a mirror. He appears emaciated, bent, aged, unrecognizable.
Lancéor.