It is poison I have gained!
To my mouth I'll carry thee,
Not to give me nourishment,
But to kiss, to my content,
That dear blood which flowed for me!
[At this point there enters a youth, speaking in an exhausted way, who is the brother of Lyra.
Brother.
Lyra, sister, pained am I,
For my sire is dead and gone,
And my mother, left alone,