Mel. (approaching her.) Moraima! hence! Is this
A place for thee?
Mor. Away! away!
There is no place but this for me on earth!
Where should I go? There is no place but this!
My soul is bound to it!
Mel. (to the guards.) Back, slaves! and look not on her!
[They retreat to the background.
’Twas for this
She droop’d to the earth.